What in me is pure conviction is simple prejudice in you.

People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.

Women are the fulfilled sex. Through our children we are able to produce our own immortality, so we lack that divine restlessness which sends men charging off in pursuit of fortune or fame or an imagined Utopia. That is why we number so few geniuses among us. The wholesome oyster wears no pearl, the healthy whale no ambergris, and as long as we can keep on adding to the race, we harbor a sort of health within ourselves.

Shunning the upstart shower, / The cold and cursory scrub, / I celebrate the power / That lies within the Tub.

Gardening has compensations out of all proportion to its goals. It is creation in the pure sense.

The ability to forget a sorrow is childhood's most enchanting feature.

Women are not men's equals in anything except responsibility. We are not their inferiors, either, or even their superiors. We are quite simply different races.