Evasion is unworthy of us, and is always the intimate of equivocation.

The habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the physical presence.

A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.

It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion; it is a joy of every moment.

Most women wish to feel that their spirit has been violated. Do they not, indeed, flatter themselves on never yielding save to force?

Resignation is a daily suicide.

Tradesmen regard an author with a mixed feeling of terror, compassion and curiosity.