And yet--it is not beauty that inspires the deepest passion. Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait. Beauty, without expression, tires.

All goes to show that the soul in man is not an organ, but animates and exercises all the organs; is not a function, like the power of memory, of calculation, of comparison, but uses these as hands and feet; is not a faculty, but a light, is not the intellect or the will, but the master of the intellect and the will; is the background of our being, in which they lie,--an immensity not possessed and that cannot be possessed.

These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world.

Be yourself; no base imitator of another, but your best self.

Slavery it is that makes slavery; freedom, freedom. The slavery of women happened when the men were slaves of kings.

An original sentence, a step forward, is worth more than all the censures.

Love is like a hunter, who cares not for the game when once caught, which he may have pursued with the most intense and breathless eagerness. Love is strongest in pursuit; friendship in possession.