The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.

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

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

Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!

it isn't mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.

A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children; while we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell. We live a while in Boston, and then a while in New York, and then, perhaps, turn up at Cincinnati. Scarcely any body with us is living where they expect to live and die. The man that dies in the house he was born in is a wonder. There is something pleasant in the permanence and repose of the English family estate, which we, in America, know very little of.

Just so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks nobody will come, company is sure to call.