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.

The civilized man is a larger mind but a more imperfect nature than the savage.

Pain has no effect but to steal some of my time.

I know of no inquiry which the impulses of man suggests that is forbidden to the resolution of man to pursue.

I fear I have not one good word to say this fair morning, though the sun shines so encouragingly on the distant hills and gentle river and the trees are in their festive hues. I am not festive, though contented. When obliged to give myself to the prose of life, as I am on this occasion of being established in a new home I like to do the thing, wholly and quite, - to weave my web for the day solely from the grey yarn.

We would have every arbitrary barrier thrown down. We would have every path laid open to woman as freely as to man.

The use of criticism, in periodical writing, is to sift, not to stamp a work.