“Girls are taught to seem, to appear – not to be and do.”

Wherever I am, I see the yoke on women in some form or another. On some it sits easy for they are but beasts of burden.

On some it galls and chafes; they feel assured by every instinct of their nature that they were designed for a higher, nobler calling than to ‘drag life’s lengthening chain along.

[On her recently widowed father’s much younger wife:] My father has been very busy in conjugating the verb to love, and I assure you he declines its moods and tenses inimitably.

Is not sorrow, all sorrow, selfish?

On others pride hushes them to silence; no complaint is made for they scorn pity or sympathy.

Some flowers give out little or no odour until crushed.

Think not I am what I appear.

Nothing that isn’t a real crime makes a man appear so contemptible and little in the eyes of the world as inconsistency.

Return to the nothingness from which the mad hope and ridiculous fright of men dared call you forth to their misfortune. You only appeared as a torment for the human race.

When both body and mind are at peace, all things appear as they are: perfect, complete, lacking nothing.

The more you go, the more will the place please you, if it be worth your attention. Give heed to the appearance of the neighbourhood.

Writers are human. I shudder to think how I must sometimes appear to others.

Democracy is the healthful lifeblood which circulates through the veins and arteries, which supports the system, but which ought never to appear externally, and as the mere blood itself.

When I reappear it will be in the dusky ring, which is something like the state of the air supposing the siege of Sebastopol conducted from a forest of guns 100 miles one way, and 30,000 miles the other, and the shot never to stop, but go spinning away round a circle, radius 170,000 miles.