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.

When the intellect and affections are in harmony; when intellectual consciousness is calm and deep; inspiration will not be confounded with fancy.

The mind is not, I know, a highway, but a temple, and its doors should not be carelessly left open.

If anything can be invented more excruciating than an English Opera, such as was the fashion at the time I was in London, I am sure no sin of mine deserves the punishment of bearing it.

Union is only possible to those who are units. To be fit for relations in time, souls, whether of man or woman, must be able to do without them in the spirit.

In order that she may be able to give her hand with dignity, she must be able to stand alone.

Beware the mediocrity that threatens middle age, its limitation of thought and interest, its dullness of fancy, its too external life, and mental thinness.