A man who means to think and write a great deal must, after six and twenty, learn to read with his fingers.
Margaret FullerBut the golden-rod is one of the fairy, magical flowers; it grows not up to seek human love amid the light of day, but to mark to the discerning what wealth lies hid in the secret caves of earth.
Margaret FullerHarmony exists no less in difference than in likeness, if only the same key-note govern both parts.
Margaret Fuller