Our capacities, our instincts for this our present sphere are but half developed. Let us be completely natural; before we trouble ourselves with the supernatural.

Our desires, once realized, haunt us again less readily.

Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - a house is no home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.

Not one man, in the million, shall I say? no, not in the hundred million, can rise above the belief that woman was made for man.

I stand in the sunny noon of life. Objects no longer glitter in the dews of morning, neither are yet softened by the shadows of evening.

Harmony exists no less in difference than in likeness, if only the same key-note govern both parts.

The civilized man is a larger mind but a more imperfect nature than the savage.