Once in an age God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false-imagining, an unreal character, but looking through the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature,--loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.

So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.

Women's Day Women are the real architects of society.

Money is a great help everywhere; - can't have too much, if you get it honestly.

Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.

No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. Life and death to him are haunted grounds, filled with goblin forms of vague and shadowy dread.

I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.