All my life long I have been sensible of the injustice constantly done to women. Since I have had to fight the world single-handed, there has not been one day I have not smarted under the wrongs I have had to bear, because I was not only a woman, but a woman doing a man's work, without any man, husband, son, brother or friend, to stand at my side, and to see some semblance of justice done me. I cannot forget, for injustice is a sixth sense, and rouses all the others.

Kindness is always fashionable.

For still I see that forethought spares afterthought and after-sorrow.

All revolutions are treason until they are accomplished.

Spiritual favors are not always to be looked for, and not always to be relied on.

... good and evil are so interwoven in life that every good, traced up far enough, is found to involve evil. This is the great mystery of life.

But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?