Joanna Southcott

In 1792, my Sister told me, I was growing out of my senses.

The next summer, 1794, corn grew dear, and distress began in our land.

What you know not now you will know hereafter.

Another thing that freaks me out is time. Time is like a book. You have a beginning, a middle and an end. It's just a cycle.

It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with.

You have the Roman Catholic Church, the Church of England, the Presbyterians, the Wesleyans, represented in each school, and they are each to take alternate days.