If truth were everywhere to be shown, a scarlet letter would blaze forth on many a bosom.

What, in the name of common-sense, had I to do with any better society than I had always lived in?

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

Depending upon one another's hearts, ye had still hoped that virtue were not all a dream. Now are ye undeceived. Evil is the nature of mankind.

It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates. Hatred, by a gradual and quiet process, will even be transformed to love, unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility.

Let the black flower blossom as it may!

As a general rule, Providence seldom vouchsafes to mortals any more than just that degree of encouragement which suffices to keep them at a reasonably full exertion of their powers.