Wisdom is not finally tested by the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof.
And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other.
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.
Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.
Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you?