God has always been to me not so much like a father as like a dear and tender mother.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!

If women want any rights they had better take them, and say nothing about it.

It is always our treasure that the lightning strikes.

I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people's glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.

It would be an incalculable gain to domestic happiness, if people would begin the concert of life with their instruments tuned to a very low pitch: they who receive the most happiness are generally they who demand and expect the least.

We hear often of the distress of the negro servants, on the loss of a kind master; and with good reason, for no creature on God's earth is left more utterly unprotected and desolate than the slave in these circumstances.