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

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.

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

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.

It 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

The critic is beneath the maker, but is his needed friend. The critic is not a base caviler, but the younger brother of genius. Next to invention is the power of interpreting invention; next to beauty the power of appreciating beauty. And of making others appreciate it.

I now know all the people worth knowing in America, and I find no intellect comparable to my own.