The ideal is the flower-garden of the mind, and very apt to run to weeds unless carefully tended.
Margaret OliphantEven in misery we love to be foremost, to have the bitter in our cup acknowledged as more bitter than that of others.
Margaret OliphantThe incomprehensibleness of women is an old theory, but what is that to the curious wondering observation with which wives, mothers, and sisters watch the other unreasoning animal in those moments when he has snatched the reins out of their hands, and is not to be spoken to! . It is best to let him come to, and feel his own helplessness.
Margaret Oliphant