I am getting sick of people. I am falling in love with things. They hold their tongues. — Fanny Fern Copy Share Image
“Love is a farce; matrimony is a humbug; husbands are domestic Napoleons, Neroes, Alexanders,--sighing for other hearts to conquer, after they are… — Fanny Fern Copy Share Image
O, girls! set your affections on cats, poodles, parrots or lap-dogs; but let matrimony alone. It's the hardest way on earth to… — Fanny Fern Copy Share Image
“She said it was beautiful to be loved, and that it made everything on earth look brighter.” — Fanny Fern Copy Share Image
“I've as good a right to preserve the healthy body God gave me, as if I were not a woman.” — Fanny Fern Copy Share Image
It is the most astonishing thing that persons who have not sufficient education to spell correctly, to punctuate properly, to place capital letters in… — Fanny Fern Copy Share Image
Well, it is a humiliating reflection, that the straightest road to a man's heart is through his palate. — Fanny Fern Copy Share Image
When a literary person's exhaustive work is over, the last thing he wishes to do is to talk books. — Fanny Fern Copy Share Image
I am getting sick of people. I am falling in love with things. They hold their tongues. — Fanny Fern Copy Share Image
Nowhere more than in New York does the contest between squalor and splendor so sharply present itself. — Fanny Fern Copy Share Image
There are no little things. "Little things," so called, are the hinges of the universe. — Fanny Fern Copy Share Image
