A woman cannot do the thing she ought, which means whatever perfect thing she can, in life, in art, in science, but she fears to let the perfect action take her part and rest there: she must prove what she can do before she does it, -- prate of woman's rights, of woman's mission, woman's function, till the men (who are prating, too, on their side) cry, A woman's function plainly is... to talk. Poor souls, they are very reasonably vexed!

Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world.

Get work, get work; Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.

Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.

There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!

He who breathes deepest lives most.