Oh! to be a child again. My only treasures, bits of shell and stone and glass. To love nothing but maple sugar. To fear nothing but a big dog. To go to sleep without dreading the morrow. To wake up with a shout. Not to have seen a dead face. Not to dread a living one. To be able to believe.

Light hearts seldom keep company with heavy coffers.

What a pity when editors review a woman's book, that they so often fall into the error of reviewing the woman instead.

they who are not fastidious as to the means, seldom fail of securing the result they aim at.

Pity that gold should always bring with it the canker - covetousness.

adversity is so rough a teacher!

Why don't men ... leave off those detestable stiff collars, stocks, and things, that make them all look like choked chickens, and which hide so many handsomely-turned throats, that a body never sees, unless a body is married, or unless a body happens to see a body's brothers while they are shaving.