Who does not observe the immediate glow and security that is diffused over the life of woman, before restless or fretful, by engaging in gardening, building, or the lowest department of art? Here is something that is not routine--something that draws forth life towards the infinite.
Margaret FullerI stand in the sunny noon of life. Objects no longer glitter in the dews of morning, neither are yet softened by the shadows of evening.
Margaret FullerIt 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
Margaret FullerThe critic ... should be not merely a poet, not merely a philosopher, not merely an observer, but tempered of all three.
Margaret Fuller