The Heart is the Capital of the Mind— The Mind is a single State— The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent— One—is the Population— Numerous enough— This ecstatic Nation Seek—it is Yourself.

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.

The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who come along; and how very desirable to be a stolid individual, whose hopes and aspirations are safe in one's waistcoat pocket, and that a pocket indeed, and one not to be picked!