O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind. -Helen Hunt Jackson Morning
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand. -Helen Hunt Jackson Mom
If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life. -Helen Hunt Jackson Thankful
As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it. -Helen Hunt Jackson Morning
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer. -Helen Hunt Jackson Best
If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful. -Helen Hunt Jackson Thankful
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind. -Helen Hunt Jackson Time
