Once, in an age, God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false imagining, an unreal character, but, looking through all the rubbish o….

I no more thought of style or literary excellence than the mother who rushes into the street and cries for help to save her children from a burning h….

It would be an incalculable gain to domestic happiness, if people would begin the concert of life with their instruments tuned to a very low pitch: t….

The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal..

Whatever offices of life are performed by women of culture and refinement are thenceforth elevated; they cease to be mere servile toils, and become e….

There is a great life-giving, warming power called Love, which exists in human hearts dumb and unseen, but which has no real life, no warming power, ….

A woman's health is her capital..

Sublime is the dominion of the mind over the body, that, for a time, can make flesh and nerve impregnable, and string the sinews like steel, so that ….

The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning..

There is no phase of the Italian mind that has not found expression in its music..

That ignorant confidence in one's self and one's future, which comes in life's first dawn, has a sort of mournful charm in experienced eyes, who know….

Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!.

he who has nothing to lose can afford all risks..

Why don't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?.

To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably..

If women want any rights they had better take them, and say nothing about it..

Most mothers are instinctive philosophers..

Treat 'em like dogs, and you'll have dogs' works and dogs' actions. Treat 'em like men, and you'll have men's works..

To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of everyday life, is a virtue so rare as to be worthy of can….

A cook she certainly was, in the very bone and centre of her soul. Not a....turkey....in the barn-yard but looked grave when they saw her approaching….

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 t….