I have long gone about with a conviction on my mind that I had a work to do-a Work, if you like, with a great W; a Purpose to fulfil; ... a Great Social Evil to Discover and to Remedy.

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.

Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

Is beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so?

He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton.

For his part, every beauty of art or nature made him thankful as well as happy, and that the pleasure to be had in listening to fine music, as in looking at the stars in the sky, or at a beautiful landscape or picture, was a benefit for which we might thank Heaven as sincerely as for any other worldly blessing.

The book of female logic is blotted all over with tears, and Justice in their courts is forever in a passion.