[on Disagreeing With Her Husband About His

Politics Of All Sorts, I Confess, Are Far Beyond My Limited Powers Of Comprehension. Those Of This Country As Far As I Have Been Able To Observe, Resolve Themselves Into Two Great Motives. The Aristocratic Desire Of Elevation And Separation, And The Democratic Desire Of Demolishing And Levelling.

The Death I Should Prefer Would Be To Break My Neck Off The Back Of A Good Horse At A Full Gallop On A Fine Day.

The Spring Is Already Here With Her Hands Full Of Flowers.

My Chief Time For Reading Is At Night While Brushing My Hair Before I Go To Bed, And As You May Suppose, But Little Profit And Pleasure Can Be Derived From Such Mere Sips At The Well Of Knowledge. 'tis A Great Privation To Me, For My Desire For Information Increases Instead Of Diminishing, And I Look Forward With Great Anxiety To The Time When I Can Improve My Poor Neglected Mind And Learn Some Of The Few Exhaustless Store Of Things Which I Wish To Know.

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.