I rely on the promise, God is kind to women, fools, and drunk people.

I am not at all the sort of person you and I took me for.

Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.

The only thing that makes one place more attractive to me than another is the quantity of heart I find in it.

In spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it in what the world doubtless considers my better half, I still find myself a self-subsisting and alas! self-seeking me.

cracked things often hold out as long as whole things; one takes so much better care of them!

Young children are such nasty little beasts!