I scorched my intellect into a cinder of stolidity.
Quoted in Alexander Carlyle (ed) New Letters and Memorials of Jane Welsh Carlyle (1903),'Mrs Carlyle's Notebook'.
I am not at all the sort of person you and I took me for.Jane Baillie Ne E Jane Baillie Welsh Carlyle
Medical men all over the world having merely entered into a tacit agreement to call all sorts of maladies people are liable to, in cold weather, by one name; so that one sort of treatment may serve for all, and their practice thereby be greatly simplified.Jane Baillie Ne E Jane Baillie Welsh Carlyle
When I thinkof what I is And what I used to was, I gin to think I've sold myself For very little cas.Jane Baillie Ne E Jane Baillie Welsh Carlyle
If you hate a man, though only in secret, never trust him, because hate is hardly to be hidden.Jane Baillie Ne E Jane Baillie Welsh Carlyle