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

Time passes, Time the consoler, Time the anodyne.

The affection of young ladies is of as rapid growth as Jack's beanstalk, and reaches up to the sky in a night.

Alas! we are the sport of destiny.

There is no good in living in a society where you are merely the equal of everybody else. The true pleasure of life is to live with your inferiors.

A woman's heart is just like a lithographer's stone; what is once written upon it cannot be rubbed out.

Titles are abolished; and the American Republic swarms with men claiming and bearing them.