Work! Work! That Is My Unfailing Cure

Prejudices Of All Kinds Have Their Strongest Holds In The Minds Of The Vulgar And The Ignorant.

That A Majority Of Women Do Not Wish For Any Important Change In Their Social And Civil Condition, Merely Proves That They Are The Unreflecting Slaves Of Custom.

If We Really Believed That Those Who Are Gone From Us Were As Truly Alive As Ourselves, We Could Not Invest The Subject With Such Awful Depth Of Gloom As We Do. If We Could Imbue Our Children With Distinct Faith In Immortality, We Should Never Speak Of People As Dead, But Passed Into Another World. We Should Speak Of The Body As A Cast-off Garment, Which The Wearer Had Outgrown; Consecrated Indeed By The Beloved Being That Used It For A Season, But Of No Value Within Itself.

Neither Lemonade Nor Anything Else Can Prevent The Inroads Of Old Age. At Present, I Am Stoical Under Its Advances, And Hope I Shall Remain So. I Have But One Prayer At Heart; And That Is, To Have My Faculties So Far Preserved That I Can Be Useful, In Some Way Or Other, To The Last.

I Do Not Know How The Affair At Canterbury Is Generally Considered; But I Have Heard Individuals Of All Parties And All Opinions Speak Of It And Never Without Merriment Or Indignation. Fifty Years Hence, The Black Laws Of Connecticut Will Be A Greater Source Of Amusement To The Antiquarian, Than Her Famous Blue Laws.