Work! Work! That Is My Unfailing Cure

I Was Gravely Warned By Some Of My Female Acquaintances That No Woman Could Expect To Be Regarded As A Lady After She Had Written A Book.

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.

An Effort Made For The Happiness Of Others Lifts Above Ourselves.

The Old Men Gazed On Them In Their Loveliness, And Turned Away With That Deep And Painful Sigh, Which The Gladness Of Childhood, And Thetransient Beauty Of Youth, Are So Apt To Awaken In The Bosom Of The Aged.

The United States Is A Warning Rather Than An Example To The World.