Carols Of Gladness Ring From Every Tree.

The Death I Should Prefer Would Be To Break My Neck Off The Back Of A Good Horse At A Full Gallop On A Fine Day.

[when Her Husband Said Her Earnings As A Married Woman Belonged To Him:] I Cannot Persuade Myself That That Which I Invent - Create, In Fact - Can Belong To Anyone But Myself! I Wish That Women Could Be Dealt With, Not Mercifully, Not Compassionately, Nor Affectionately, But Justly; It Would Be So Much Better - For The Men.

The Master's Irresponsible Power Has No Such Bound.

I Have Been Out Again On The River, Rowing. I Find Nothing New.

...i Cannot Help Being Astonished At The Furious And Ungoverned Execration Which All Reference To The Possibility Of A Fusion Of The Races Draws Down Upon Those Who Suggest It, Because Nobody Pretends To Deny That, Throughout The South, A Large Proportion Of The Population Is The Offspring Of White Men And Colored Women.