Blessed be sleep! We are all young then; we are all happy. Then our dead are living.

I am convinced that there are times in everybody's experience when there is so much to be done, that the only way to do it is to sit down and do nothing.

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

Advice is like a doctor's pills; how easily he gives them! how reluctantly he takes them when his turn comes!

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

One person is as good as another in New England, and better, too.

To the Pilgrim Mothers, who not only had their full share of the hardships and privations of pioneer life but also had the Pilgrim Fathers to endure.