It has been strange to me to return to life and to feel that I have any sympathy with human beings, after the long interval of quiet and indifference which succeeded my marriage.

Many a woman will pass for elegant in a ballroom, or even at a court drawing room, whose want of true breeding would become evident in a chosen company.

I think nothing is religion which puts one individual absolutely above others, and surely nothing is religion which puts one sex above another.

Heaven knows what I have not been through with, since I saw you-dust, dirt, dyspepsia, hotels, railroads, prairies, tobacco juice.

Life is like a cup of tea, the sugar is all at the bottom!

I have never known my husband to approve any act of mine which I myself valued.

The broken eggshell of a civilization which time has hatched and devoured.