I am suffocated and lost when I have not the bright feeling of progression.
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.
All greatness affects different minds, each in its own particular kind, and the variations of testimony mark the truth of feeling.
You see how wide the gulf that separates me from the Christian church.
The use of criticism, in periodical writing, is to sift, not to stamp a work.
Preparations are good in life, prologues ruinous.