I haven't much time to be fond of anything. But when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times the roses get it.

...it will always remain my private persuasion that Nature was absorbed in making cabbages when Mrs. Vesey was born, and that the good lady suffered the consequences of a vegetable preoccupation in the mind of the Mother of us all.

The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.

This is the story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve.

I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to tell a story.

Men little know when they say hard things to us how well we remember them, and how much harm they do us.

There are three things that none of the young men of the present generation can do.They can't sit over their wine;they can't play at wist;and they can't pay a lady a compliment.