Woman is the Sunday of man: not his repose only, but his joy; the salt of his life.
Every epoch dreams its successor.
The indifference of men, far more than their tyranny, is the torment of women.
Great hearts alone understand how much glory there is in being good.
Improvement depends far less upon length of tasks and hours of application than is supposed. Children can take in but a little each day; they are like vases with a narrow neck; you may pour little or pour much, but much will not enter at a time.
What manly eloquence could produce such an effect as woman's silence?