This specter of the female politician, who abandons her family to neglect for the sake of passing bills in parliament, is just as complete an illusion of the masculine brain, as the other specter whom Sydney Smith laid by a joke,--the woman who would forsake an infant for a quadratic equation.

I think it is worse to be poor in mind than in purse, to be stunted and belittled in soul, made a coward, made a liar, made mean and slavish, accustomed to fawn and prevaricate, and "manage" by base arts a husband or a father,--I think this is worse than to be kicked with hobnailed shoes.

Ours is the old, old story of every uprising race or class or order. The work of elevation must be wrought by ourselves or not at all.

Science is but a mere heap of facts, not a golden chain of truths, if we refuse to link it to the throne of God.

Morality may exist in an atheist without any religion, and in a theist with a religion quite unspiritual.

Our sex bears the disgrace not only of a great deal of genuine poltroonery, but also of much which is mere affectation.

My great panacea for making society at once better and more enjoyable would be to cultivate greater sincerity.