I find no intellect comparable to my own

Every fact is impure, but every fact contains in it the juices of life. Every fact is a clod, from which may grow an amaranth or a palm.

Artists are always young.

This is the method of genius, to ripen fruit for the crowd by those rays of whose heat they complain.

The especial genius of women I believe to be electrical in movement, intuitive in function, spiritual in tendency.

All around us lies what we neither understand nor use. Our capacities, our instincts for this our present sphere are but half developed. Let us confine ourselves to that till the lesson be learned; let us be completely natural; before we trouble ourselves with the supernatural. I never see any of these things but I long to get away and lie under a green tree and let the wind blow on me. There is marvel and charm enough in that for me.

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