Where Is The Woman Who Has Ever

I Have Noticed That The Christianity Of A Certain Class Of Respectable People Begins When They Open Their Prayer-books At Eleven O'clock On Sunday Morning, And Ends When They Shut Them Up Again At One O'clock On Sunday Afternoon. Nothing So Astonishes And Insults Christians Of This Sort As Reminding Them Of Their Christianity On A Week-day.

...it Will Always Remain My Private Persuasion That Nature Was Absorbed In Making Cabbages When Mrs. Vesey Was Born, And That The Good Lady Suffered The Consequences Of A Vegetable Preoccupation In The Mind Of The Mother Of Us All.

I Sadly Want A Reform In The Construction Of Children. Nature's Only Idea Seems To Be To Make Them Machines For The Production Of Incessant Noise.

The Law Will Argue Any Thing, With Any Body Who Will Pay The Law For The Use Of Its Brains And Its Time.

It Is One Of My Rules In Life, Never To Notice What I Don't Understand.