In The North We Could Not Hope

Place, Time, Life, Death, Earth, Heaven Are Divisions And Distinctions We Make, Like The Imaginary Lines We Trace Upon The Surface Of The Globe.

I Am Persuaded That We Are All Surrounded By An Atmosphere - A Separate, Sensitive, Distinct Envelope Extending Some Distance From Our Visible Persons - And Whenever My Invisible Atmosphere Is Invaded, It Affects My Whole Nervous System. The Proximity Of Any Bodies But Those I Love Best Is Unendurable To My Body.

I Have Sometimes Been Haunted With The Idea That It Was An Imperative Duty, Knowing What I Know, And Having Seen What I Have Seen, To Do All That Lies In My Power To Show The Dangers And The Evils Of This Frightful Institution.

The Plodding Thrift And Scrupulous Integrity And Long-winded Patient Industry Of Our Business Men Of The Last Century Are Out Of Fashion In These "giddy-paced" Times, And England Is Forgetting That Those Who Make Haste To Be Rich Can Hardly Avoid Much Temptation And Some Sin.

[on Disagreeing With Her Husband About His Slave-holding:] I Cannot Give My Conscience Into The Keeping Of Another Human Being Or Submit The Actions Dictated By My Conscience To Their Will.