The floods of nonsense printed in the form of critical opinions seem to me a chief curse of the times, a chief obstacle to true culture.

Husbands are an inferior class of men, who require keeping in order.

So to live is heaven; to make undying music in the world.

To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.

The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.

I had some ambition. I meant everything to be different with me. I thought I had more strength and mastery. But the most terrible obstacles are such as nobody can see except oneself.

I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now; everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know.