She was widely read enough to appreciate my literary wit but not so widely read that she knew my sources. I like that in a woman.

If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’.

This was a lucky recollection -- it saved her from something like regret.

Surely anybody with a half a wit can figure out some other way to get what they?re after.

A weapon men use against women is the refusal to take them seriously.

When a friend of Abigail and John Adams was killed at Bunker Hill, Abigail's response was to write a letter to her husband and include these words, "My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.