Marriage! ... Why, it is like living in a thimble with a hippopotamus!
it is the possibilities which are the most terrible things in life.
There's nothing final about a mistake, except its being taken as final.
There is no thermometer for wants!
It is you men who make war! ... We, who have children, would never make it! Why should a woman be broken up in pain, to give her child life, only to see him carried away from her, to make food for guns?
I am never at picnics. The ground was not meant to be sat upon in its raw state, I feel sure, and I prefer my food without either caterpillars or drafts!