 All places where women are excluded tend downward to barbarism; but the moment she is introduced, there come in with her courtesy, cleanliness, sobriety, and order. |
| Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. |
| It's a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done. |
| Mothers are the most instinctive philosophers. |
| Perhaps it is impossible for a person who does no good to do no harm. |
| A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children; we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell. |
| The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity. |
| The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. |
| Human nature is above all things lazy. |
| To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably. |
| One would like to be grand and heroic, if one could; but if not, why try at all? One wants to be very something, very great, very heroic; or if not that, then at least very stylish and very fashionable. It is this everlasting mediocrity that bores me. |
| Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good. |
| The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today. |
| I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place. |
| A woman's health is her capital. |
| When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. |
| Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline. |
| Friendships are discovered rather than made. |
| Where painting is weakest, namely, in the expression of the highest moral and spiritual ideas, there music is sublimely strong. |
| So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women. |
