Girls, do not scrub and cook and scour until you have no time left to plant a tree, or vine or flower.

So, instead of spending my strength quarreling with the hand, I would strike for the heart of that great tyranny.

I cannot tell what I am as much afraid of, as a woman who invariably washes on Monday. It is a kind of key to character; and if her mouth is not puckered and her brow wrinkled, they will be, unless she repents.

It is an old adage, "All is fair in love as in war," but I thought not of general laws, and only felt a private grievance.

If I wrote at all, I must throw myself headlong into the great political maelstrom, and would of course be swallowed up like a fishing-boat in the great Norway horror which decorated our school geographies; for no woman had ever done such a thing, and I could never again hold up my head under the burden of shame and disgrace which would be heaped upon me. But what matter? I had no children to dishonor; all save one who had ever loved me were dead, and she no longer needed me, and if the Lord wanted some one to throw into that gulf, no one could be better spared than I.

I must be the mate of the man I had chosen; and if he would not come to my level, I must go to his.

It was quite an insignificant looking sheet, but no sooner did the American eagle catch sight of it, than he swooned and fell off his perch.