Love is apt to make lunatics of even men and saints.

Good, old-fashioned ways keep hearts sweet, heads sane, hands busy.

...for a girl with eyes like hers has a will and is not ruled by anyone but a lover.

The female population exceeds the male, you know, especially in New England, which accounts for the high state of culture we are in, perhaps.

My only answer is, if my grave stood open on one side and you upon the other I'd go into my grave before I would take one step to meet you.

…to the inspiration of necessity, we owe half the wise, beautiful, and useful blessings of the world.

I'll try and be what he loves to call me, 'a little woman,' and not be rough and wild, but do my duty here instead of wanting to be somewhere else.