Bustle, Sophronia, is not industry, as you very well know; people flutter and bustle about like a hen raising ducks, and then complain that their work has killed them, when it was the fuss that was the killing cause. — Julia McNair Wright Copy Share Image
I hope the day will come when a wasp-waist and a pair of thin shoulders will not be esteemed beauty: we have had our… — Julia McNair Wright Copy Share Image
What! nothing grand and noble to be admired, obeyed, copied? Ah, the lack is not without you, but within you! — Julia McNair Wright Copy Share Image
The grossest form of this injury of the body to ornament it, is in tattooing. Next, the piercing the ear all around its rim,… — Julia McNair Wright Copy Share Image
the less you respect, the less respectable you are; the less you honor, the less in you is to be honored. There are those… — Julia McNair Wright Copy Share Image
Bustle, Sophronia, is not industry, as you very well know; people flutter and bustle about like a hen raising ducks, and then complain that… — Julia McNair Wright Copy Share Image
our contempt of wealth does not extend beyond the hour when we can get it in possession. — Julia McNair Wright Copy Share Image
For national and social disasters, for moral and financial evils, the cure begins in the Household. — Julia McNair Wright Copy Share Image
If people could only be taught that economy is a thing of littles and of individuals, and of every day, and not a thing… — Julia McNair Wright Copy Share Image
