They are called finishing-schools and the name tells accurately what they are. They finish everything.

A child sees everything, looks straight at it, examines it, without any preconceived idea.

[Finishing schools] are nicely adapted machines for experimenting on the question, "Into how little space a human being can be crushed?" I have seen some souls so compressed that they would have fitted into a small thimble, and found room to move . . .

No good work is ever done while the heart is hot and anxious and fretted.

Everything has two sides - the outside that is ridiculous, and the inside that is solemn.

Power! Did you ever hear of men being asked whether other souls should have power or not? It is born in them. You may dam up the fountain of water, and make it a stagnant marsh, or you may let it run free and do its work; but you cannot say whether it shall be there; it is there. And it will act, if not openly for good, then covertly for evil; but it will act.

Soul, what have I to do with you?