Our domestic Napoleons, too many of them, give flattery, bonnets and bracelets to women, and everything else but - justice.

Fanny Fern

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I am convinced that there are times in everybody's experience when there is so much to be done, that the only way to do it is to sit down and do nothing.

down-and done time

O, girls! set your affections on cats, poodles, parrots or lap-dogs; but let matrimony alone. It's the hardest way on earth to getting a living.

cat girl dog

What a pity when editors review a woman's book, that they so often fall into the error of reviewing the woman instead.

errors book fall

There are no little things. "Little things," so called, are the h... by Fanny Fern

There are no little things. "Little things," so called, are the hinges of the universe.

hinges little-things littles

Can anybody tell me why reporters, in making mention of lady speakers, always consider it to be necessary to report, fully and firstly, the dresses worn by them? When John Jones or Senator Rouser frees his mind in public, we are left in painful ignorance of the color and fit of his pants, coat, necktie and vest - and worse still, the shape of his boots. This seems to me a great omission.

omission color ignorance

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. by Fanny Fern

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

heart food sex

I want a human sermon. I don't care what Melchisedek, or Zerubbabel, or Kerenhappuk did, ages ago; I want to know what I am to do, and I want somebody besides a theological bookworm to tell me; somebody who is sometimes tempted and tried, and is not too dignified to own it; somebody like me, who is always sinning and repenting; somebody who is glad and sorry, and cries and laughs, and eats and drinks, and wants to fight when they are trodden on, and don't!

fighting sorry laughing

Uncles and aunts, and cousins, are all very well, and fathers and mothers are not to be despised; but a grandmother, at holiday time, is worth them all.

cousin uncles mother

I am getting sick of people. I am falling in love with things. Th... by Fanny Fern

I am getting sick of people. I am falling in love with things. They hold their tongues.

falling-in-love sick people

Too much indulgence has ruined thousands of children; too much lo... by Fanny Fern

Too much indulgence has ruined thousands of children; too much love not one.

ruined too-much children

The term 'lady' has been so misused, that I like better the old-f... by Fanny Fern

The term 'lady' has been so misused, that I like better the old-fashioned term, woman.

has-beens old-fashioned term

The cream of enjoyment in this life is always impromptu. The chance walk; the unexpected visit; the unpremeditated journey; the unsought conversation or acquaintance.

chance journey life

To her, the name of father was another name for love. by Fanny Fern

To her, the name of father was another name for love.

fathers-day dad daughter

Hoary-headed old Winter, I have had enough of you! by Fanny Fern

Hoary-headed old Winter, I have had enough of you!

had-enough enough winter

Few husbands (and the longer I observe, the more I am convinced of the truth of what I am about to say, and I make no exception in favor of education or station) have the magnanimity to use justly, generously, the power which the law puts in their hands.

husband law hands

To the Pilgrim Mothers, who not only had their full share of the hardships and privations of pioneer life but also had the Pilgrim Fathers to endure.

pioneers mother father

I hate the word proper. If you tell me a thing is not proper, I immediately feel the most rabid desire to go 'neck and heels' into it.

necks hate desire

Everything in the country, animate and inanimate, seems to whisper, be serene, be kind, be happy. We grow tolerant there unconsciously.

serene be-kind country

Show me an 'easy person,' and I will show you a selfish one. Good-natured he may be; why not? since the disastrous consequences of his 'easiness' are generally shouldered by other people.

why-not selfish people

Well, it is a humiliating reflection, that the straightest road to a man's heart is through his palate.

reflection heart food