Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse.

The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.

[On Jane Austen:] To believe her limited in range because she was harmonious in method is as sensible as to imagine that when the Atlantic Ocean is as smooth as a mill-pond it shrinks to the size of a mill-pond.

His smile bore the same relation to a real smile as false teeth do to real teeth.

Christianity must be regarded not as a final revelation but as a phase of revelation.

Woman too commonly commits the sin of self-sacrifice whereby she consents to be sequestered in the home, without intellectual stimulus, so that the tranquil flame of her unspoiled soul should radiate purity and nobility upon an indefinitely extended family.

Yes,” said Mamma, “this is the worst of life, that love does not give us common sense but is a sure way of losing it. We love people, and we say that we are going to do more for them than friendship, but it makes such fools of us that we do far less, indeed sometimes what we do could be mistaken for the work of hatred.