No temple can still the personal griefs and strifes in the breasts of its visitors.

It is a vulgar error that love, a love, to woman is her whole existence; she is born for Truth and Love in their universal energy

I now know all the people worth knowing in America, and I find no intellect comparable to my own.

It seems that it is madder never to abandon one's self than often to be infatuated; better to be wounded, a captive and a slave, than always to walk in armor.

Art can only be truly art by presenting an adequate outward symbol of some fact in the interior life.

Let every woman, who has once begun to think, examine herself

Beware of over-great pleasure in being popular or even beloved.