What! nothing grand and noble to be admired, obeyed, copied? Ah, the lack is not without you, but within you!

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

The grossest form of this injury of the body to ornament it, is in tattooing. Next, the piercing the ear all around its rim, piercing the nose and the lips to introduce rings or bars of jewelry.

I hope the day will come when a wasp-waist and a pair of thin shoulders will not be esteemed beauty: we have had our ideas ruined by trash novels, praising 'fragile forms' and 'delicate beauty,' 'dainty waists,' 'snow-drop faces,' and a lot of other nonsense.

Books form in us habits of thought which shall live forever with us.

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.

Nothing so breaks the spirit as a load of debt.