God forgive me if I do wrong in following with ardor the strongest instincts of my nature.
I have never known my husband to approve any act of mine which I myself valued.
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.
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free.
The broken eggshell of a civilization which time has hatched and devoured.
Massachusetts women as a rule adhere too strongly to old-time conventions.