We are apt to think it the finest era of the world when America was beginning to be discovered, when a bold sailor, even if he were wrecked, might alight on a new kingdom.

I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offence.

The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.

And certainly, the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it.

The first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second, something to reverence.

It is difficult for woman to try to be anything good when she is not believed in.

Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?