The age is a vociferous one, and no prophet is without honor who is able to strike an attitude and to speak loud enough to make himself heard.

There is in every human being, I think, a native country of the mind, where, protected by inaccessible barriers, the sensitive dream life may exist safely.

What depresses me is the inevitable way the second rate forges ahead and the deserving is left behind.

And where was happiness if it sprung not from the soil? Where contentment if it dwelt not near to Nature?

the old alone have finality. What is true of the young today may be false tomorrow. They are enveloped in emotion; and emotion as a state of being is fluent and evanescent.

anger and jealousy are spasms of the nerves, not of the heart.

In her single person she managed to produce the effect of a majority.