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

In Virgil's account of the good housewife, who rises early in order to measure out the work of the household, and in Solomon's description of the thrifty woman of his time, one sees the value set upon feminine industry and economy in times far removed from our own.

Every life has its actual blanks, which the ideal must fill up, or which else remain bare & profitless forever.

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.

Every fallen woman represents a man as guilty as herself, who escapes human detection, but whose soul lies open before God.

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

My children are babies and my husband has scarcely half an hour in 24 to give me.