I fear I have not one good word to say this fair morning, though the sun shines so encouragingly on the distant hills and gentle river and the trees are in their festive hues. I am not festive, though contented. When obliged to give myself to the prose of life, as I am on this occasion of being established in a new home I like to do the thing, wholly and quite, - to weave my web for the day solely from the grey yarn.

You see how wide the gulf that separates me from the Christian church.

Drudgery is as necessary to call out the treasures of the mind, as harrowing and planting those of the earth.

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

I have urged on woman independence of man, not that I do not think the sexes mutually needed by one another, but because in woman this fact has led to an excessive devotion, which has cooled love, degraded marriage and prevented it her sex from being what it should be to itself or the other. I wish woman to live, first for God's sake. Then she will not take what is not fit for her from a sense of weakness and poverty. Then if she finds what she needs in man embodied, she will know how to love and be worthy of being loved.

I am suffocated and lost when I have not the bright feeling of progression.

It is astonishing what force, purity, and wisdom it requires for a human being to keep clear of falsehoods.