... there can be no real beauty without neatness and order.

We do not take much warning of our own mortality in seeing others die, nor of our own weakness in seeing others break down: we think we feel the springs of life stronger in us.

Bustle, Sophronia, is not industry, as you very well know; people flutter and bustle about like a hen raising ducks, and then complain that their work has killed them, when it was the fuss that was the killing cause.

as all clocks need winding, so all human brains and bodies need to be wound up by sleeping.

the less you respect, the less respectable you are; the less you honor, the less in you is to be honored. There are those 'whom not to know argues one's self unknown,' so if you have no reverence in a world where there is so much that is noble and venerable, then there will be something terrible lacking in your own character.

Reaching toward perfection in any one thing should lift us higher in all things; it should beget a habit of application and thoroughness.

in a Home it must be order or ruin. Order is to the house as morality to the human being - a sheet-anchor.