Jennifer Randquist White

“I never saw any good of the French language, for my part, I must confess,” said Miss Debby, “nor, for that matter, of the French nation either; they eat frogs, and break the Sabbath, and are as immoral as the old Canaanites.”
― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe: The Complete Novels

“Let me explain it to you, my dear lady. Loving to be admired by a man, loving to be petted by him, loving to be caressed by him, and loving to be praised by him, is not loving a man. All these may be when a woman has no power of loving at all, — they may all be simply because she loves herself, and loves to be flattered, praised, caressed, coaxed; as a cat likes to be coaxed and stroked, and fed with cream, and have a warm corner. But all this is not love. It may exist, to be sure, where there is love; it generally does. But it may also exist where there is no love. Love, my dear ladies, is self-sacrifice; it is a life out of self and in another.”
― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe: The Complete Novels