Please Your Eye And Plague Your Heart.

I Was A Countryman And A Father Before I Was A Writer On Political Subjects... Born And Bred Up In The Sweet Air Myself, I Was Resolved That My Children Should Be Bred Up In It Too.

Poverty Is, Except Where There Is An Actual Want Of Food And Raiment, A Thing Much More Imaginary Than Real. The Shame Of Poverty--the Shame Of Being Thought Poor--it Is A Great And Fatal Weakness, Though Arising In This Country, From The Fashion Of The Times Themselves.

To Suppose Such A Thing Possible As A Society, In Which Men, Who Are Able And Willing To Work, Cannot Support Their Families, And Ought, With A Great Part Of The Women, To Be Compelled To Lead A Life Of Celibacy, For Fear Of Having Children To Be Starved; To Suppose Such A Thing Possible Is Monstrous.

Westbury, A Nasty Odious Rotten-borough, A Really Rotten Place.

Women Are A Sisterhood. They Make Common Cause In Behalf Of The Sex; And, Indeed, This Is Natural Enough, When We Consider The Vast Power That The Law Gives Us Over Them.