My business in life is to eat, drink, sleep, and die. Everything else is superfluity and I will have none of it.

The mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls.

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

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

I say what other people only think, and when all the rest of the world is in a conspiracy to accept the mask for the true face, mine is the rash hand that tears off the plump pasteboard and shows the bare bones beneath.

Well may your heart believe the truths Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.

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