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

Come forward, some great marshal, and organize equality in society, and your rod shall swallow up all the juggling old court gold-sticks

We know that Heaven chastens those whom it loves best; being pleased by repeated trials, to make . . . pure spirits more pure.

In effective womanly beauty form is more than face, and manner more than either.

Benevolence and feeling ennoble the most trifling actions.

Why do they always put mud into coffee on board steamers? Why does the tea generally taste of boiled boots?

I would rather make my name than inherit it.