...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 woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared.

I used to attend scientific experiments when I was a girl at school. They invariably ended in an explosion. If Mr. Jennings will be so very kind, I should like to be warned of the explosion this time. With a view to getting it over, if possible, before I go to bed.

I sadly want a reform in the construction of children. Nature's only idea seems to be to make them machines for the production of incessant noise.

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

And earth was heaven a little the worse for wear. And heaven was earth, done up again to look like new.

I am not against hasty marriages where a mutual flame is fanned by an adequate income.