Men tell us we are womanly when we love but once. Men! They have told us a lot of things to make life comfortable for themselves.

A horse to one who loves him is a cure for many ills.

how often I longed to lovingly administer release! ... to have the courage and the right, after the soul is fled, to stop the poor wretched machine, that exists only to suffer and cause suffering.

Men tell us we are womanly when we love but once. Men! They have told us a lot of things to make life comfortable for themselves.

writing, like living, is lonely work.

It is a low thing to always want to be understood. Let my innocence take care of itself.

We are not here in this world to drift like seaweed. Whatever intelligence we have, it is our duty to drive to the utmost.