There exists in the minds of men a tone of feeling toward women as toward slaves.

Would that the simple maxim, that honesty is the best policy, might be laid to heart; that a sense of the true aim of life might elevate the tone of politics and trade till public and private honor become identical.

It is astonishing what force, purity, and wisdom it requires for a human being to keep clear of falsehoods.

Tremble not before the free man, but before the slave who has chains to break.

There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman.

Beware the mediocrity that threatens middle age, its limitation of thought and interest, its dullness of fancy, its too external life, and mental thinness.

But 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.