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

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.

Wine is earth's answer to the sun.

To one who has enjoyed the full life of any scene, of any hour, what thoughts can be recorded about it seem like the commas and semicolons in the paragraph-mere stops.

You see how wide the gulf that separates me from the Christian church.

Not one man, in the million, shall I say? no, not in the hundred million, can rise above the belief that woman was made for man.

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