I have often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortunes.

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart

Nothing can be more touching than to behold a soft and tender female, who had been all weakness and dependence, and alive to every trivial roughness while treading the prosperous paths of life, suddenly rising in mental force to be the comforter and supporter of her husband under misfortune, and abiding with unshrinking firmness the bitterest blast of adversity.

A woman is more considerate in affairs of love than a man; because love is more the study and business of her life.

I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

A few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple-green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven.

He who would greatly deserve must greatly dare.