All The Sugar Was In The Bottom

When I Behold The Passion For Ornamentation, And The Corresponding Power, I Feel As If Women Had So Far Shown What They Are Bad For, Rather Than What They Are Good For.

The Flag Of Our Stately Battles, Not Struggles Of Wrath And Greed, Its Stripes Were A Holy Lesson, Its Spangles A Deathless Creed: 't Was Red With The Blood Of Freemen And White With The Fear Of The Foe; And The Stars That Fight In Their Courses 'gainst Tyrants Its Symbols Know.

It Has Been Strange To Me To Return To Life And To Feel That I Have Any Sympathy With Human Beings, After The Long Interval Of Quiet And Indifference Which Succeeded My Marriage.

In The Nature Of Things, I Must Soon Lose Sight Of This Sense Of Constant Metamorphosis Whose Limits Bound Our Human Life.

I Think Nothing Is Religion Which Puts One Individual Absolutely Above Others, And Surely Nothing Is Religion Which Puts One Sex Above Another.