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.

Boston is an oasis in the desert, a place where the larger proportion of people are loving, rational and happy.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord -

I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.

It is always legitimate to wish to rise above one's self, never above others.

When I see the elaborate study and ingenuity displayed by women in the pursuit of trifles, I feel no doubt of their capacity for the most herculean undertakings.

Don't you think that the best things are already in view?