I am a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man!

Any woman who is sure of her own wits, is a match, at any time, for a man who is not sure of his own temper.

Pedants, who have the least knowledge to be proud of, are impelled most by vanity.

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.

The future of English fiction may rest with this Unknown Public - a reading public of three millions which lies right out of the pale of true literary civilization - which is now waiting to be taught the difference between a good book and a bad.

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.

...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.