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

Truth is the nursing mother of genius. No man can be absolutely true to himself, eschewing cant, compromise, servile imitation, and complaisance without becoming original.

As to marriage, I think the intercourse of heart and mind may be fully enjoyed without entering into this partnership of daily life.

The character and history of each child may be a new and poetic experience to the parent, if he will let it.

It seems that it is madder never to abandon one's self than often to be infatuated; better to be wounded, a captive and a slave, than always to walk in armor.

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.

The life of the soul is incalculable.