If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.

Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

Who longest waits most surely wins.