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

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

What concerns me now is that my life be a beautiful, powerful, in a word, a complete life of its kind.

We cannot have expression till there is something to be expressed.

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.

No temple can still the personal griefs and strifes in the breasts of its visitors.

All great expression, which on a superficial survey seems so easy as well as so simple, furnishes after a while, to the faithful observer, its own standard by which to appreciate it.