The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.

There is one order of beauty which seems made to turn heads. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle.

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

It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.

She was no longer struggling against the perception of facts, but adjusting herself to their clearest perception.

Education was almost entirely a matter of luck — usually of ill-luck — in those distant days.

Every woman is supposed to have the same set of motives, or else to be a monster.