I’m not like the rest of you; I never made any plans about what I’d do when I grew up; I never thought of being married, as you did. I couldn’t seem to imagine myself anything but stupid little Beth, trotting about at home, of no use anywhere but there. I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is leaving you all. I’m not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.

But, like all happiness, it did not last long.

People cannot be molded like clay.

…I can't help seeing that you are very lonely, and sometimes there is a hungry look in your eyes that goes to my heart.

…on some occasions, women, like dreams, go by contraries.

But, Polly, a principle that can't bear being laughed at, frowned on, and cold-shouldered, isn't worthy of the name.

November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year.