I never desire to know anything of the detail of political measures, lest even those which I think best should lose anything… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
Politics of all sorts, I confess, are far beyond my limited powers of comprehension. Those of this country as far as I… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
My chief time for reading is at night while brushing my hair before I go to bed, and as you may suppose,… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
I never desire to know anything of the detail of political measures, lest even those which I think best should lose anything of their… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
Place, time, life, death, earth, heaven are divisions and distinctions we make, like the imaginary lines we trace upon the surface of the globe. — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
Yet thousands of slaves throughout the southern states are thus handed over by the masters who own them to masters who do not; and… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
A good many causes tend to make good masters and mistresses quite as rare as good servants.... The large and rapid fortunes by which… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
What shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face? How shall I charm the… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
Politics of all sorts, I confess, are far beyond my limited powers of comprehension. Those of this country as far as I have been… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
The death I should prefer would be to break my neck off the back of a good horse at a full gallop on a… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
I said I thought female labour of the sort exacted from these slaves, and corporal chastisement such as they endure, must be abhorrent to… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
The white man's blood and bones have begotten this bronze race, and bequeathed to it in some degree qualities, tendencies, capabilities, such as are… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
The most intense curiosity and excitement prevailed, and though the weather was uncertain, enormous masses of densely packed people lined the road, shouting and… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
