When Marriage Is What It

American Gentlemen Are A Cross Between English And French Men, And Yet Really Altogether Like Neither. They Are More Refined And Modest Than Frenchmen, And Less Manly, Shy, And Rough, Than Englishmen. Their Brains Are Finer And Flimsier, Their Bodies Less Robust And Vigorous Than Ours. We Are The Finer Animals, And They The Subtler Spirits. Their Intellectual Tendency Is To Excitement And Insanity, And Ours To Stagnation And Stupidity.

Simplicity Is A Great Element Of Good Breeding.

...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.

[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.

When Marriage Is What It Ought To Be, It Is Indeed The Very Happiest Condition Of Existence.