Death possesses a good deal, of real estate, namely, the graveyard in every town.

In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.

Methinks it is a token of healthy and gentle characteristics, when women of high thoughts and accomplishments love to sew; especially as they are never more at home with their own hearts than while so occupied.

And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.

All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.

The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!

She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.