Well, it is a humiliating reflection, that the straightest road to a man's heart is through his palate. — Fanny Fern Copy Share Image
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… — 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
