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

The nest may be constructed, so far as the sticks go, by the male bird; but only the hen can line it with moss and down!

It is in the faculty of noble, disinterested, unselfish love that lies the true gift and power of womanhood,--a power which makes us, not the equal of men (I never care to claim such equality), but their equivalents; more than their equivalents in a moral sense.

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

I have often thought how strange it is that men can at once and the same moment cheerfully consign our sex to lives either of narrowest toil or senseless luxury and vanity, and then sneer at the smallness of our aims, the pettiness of our thoughts, the puerility of our conversation!

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.

If a woman be herself pure and noble-hearted, she will come into every circle as a person does into a heated room, who carries with him the freshness of the woods where he has been walking.