Nowhere more than in New York does the contest between squalor and splendor so sharply present itself.

Everything in the country, animate and inanimate, seems to whisper, be serene, be kind, be happy. We grow tolerant there unconsciously.

Our domestic Napoleons, too many of them, give flattery, bonnets and bracelets to women, and everything else but - justice.

The term 'lady' has been so misused, that I like better the old-fashioned term, woman.

It is the most astonishing thing that persons who have not sufficient education to spell correctly, to punctuate properly, to place capital letters in the right places, should, when other means of support fail, send mss. for publication.

No crust so tough as the grudged bread of dependence.

Hoary-headed old Winter, I have had enough of you!