Fanny Fern Quotes
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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.
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Why don't men ... leave off those detestable stiff collars, stocks, and things, that make them all look like choked chickens, and which hide so many handsomely-turned throats, that a body never sees, unless a body is married, or unless a body happens to see a body's brothers while they are shaving.
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You are taken sick; you send for a physician; he comes in, stays ten minutes, prescribes for you a healing medicine, and charges you three or four dollars. You call this 'extortionate' - forgetting the medical books he must have waded through, the revolting dissections he must have witnessed and participated in, and the medical lectures he must have digested, to have enabled him to pronounce on your case so summarily and satisfactorily.
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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.
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Nowhere more than in New York does the contest between squalor and splendor so sharply present itself.
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There are no little things. "Little things," so called, are the hinges of the universe.
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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!
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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.
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One person is as good as another in New England, and better, too.
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adversity is so rough a teacher!
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To her, the name of father was another name for love.
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Hoary-headed old Winter, I have had enough of you!
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Every father knows at once too much and too little about his own son.
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Blessed be sleep! We are all young then; we are all happy. Then our dead are living.
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When a literary person's exhaustive work is over, the last thing he wishes to do is to talk books.
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they who are not fastidious as to the means, seldom fail of securing the result they aim at.
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I am getting sick of people. I am falling in love with things. They hold their tongues.
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The term 'lady' has been so misused, that I like better the old-fashioned term, woman.
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A little oil makes machinery work easy.
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What a pity when editors review a woman's book, that they so often fall into the error of reviewing the woman instead.
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Fitz Allen had 'traveled;' and that is generally understood to mean to go abroad and remain a period of time long enough to grow a fierce beard, and fierce mustache, and cultivate a thorough contempt for everything in your own country.
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Hurry, drive and bustle ... Everybody looking out for number one, and caring little who jostled past, if their rights were not infringed.
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The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
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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.
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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.
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Advice is like a doctor's pills; how easily he gives them! how reluctantly he takes them when his turn comes!
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There are so many ready to write (poor fools!) for the honor and glory of the thing, and there are so many ready to take advantage of this fact, and withhold from needy talent the moral right to a deserved remuneration.
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Oh! to be a child again. My only treasures, bits of shell and stone and glass. To love nothing but maple sugar. To fear nothing but a big dog. To go to sleep without dreading the morrow. To wake up with a shout. Not to have seen a dead face. Not to dread a living one. To be able to believe.
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Pity that gold should always bring with it the canker - covetousness.
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Never ask a favor until you are drawing your last breath; and never forget one.
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