Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral.

To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.

A woman's heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet; her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed recipe.

The best part of a woman's love is worship; but it is hard to her to be sent away with her precious spikenard rejected, and her long tresses, too, that were let fall, ready to soothe the wearied feet.

A proud woman who has learned to submit carries all her pride to the reinforcement of her submission, and looks down with severe superiority on all feminine assumption as unbecoming.

That is the bitterest of all,--to wear the yoke of our own wrong-doing.

It always remains true that if we had been greater, circumstance would have been less strong against us.