I Believe she thought I had forgotten my station; and yours, sir.' 'Station! Station!-- your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.

Better to try all things and find all empty, than to try nothing and leave your life a blank.

To you I am neither man nor woman. I come before you as an author only. It is the sole standard by which you have a right to judge me--the sole ground on which I accept your judgment.

I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.

I wished critics would judge me as an author, not as a woman.

I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.

Daydreams are the delusions of the devil.