There Is Some Danger Lest There Be

If Anything Can Be Invented More Excruciating Than An English Opera, Such As Was The Fashion At The Time I Was In London, I Am Sure No Sin Of Mine Deserves The Punishment Of Bearing It.

The Mind Is Not, I Know, A Highway, But A Temple, And Its Doors Should Not Be Carelessly Left Open.

Man Can Never Come Up To His Ideal Standard. It Is The Nature Of The Immortal Spirit To Raise That Standard Higher And Higher As It Goes From Strength To Strength, Still Upward And Onward. The Wisest And Greatest Men Are Ever The Most Modest.

The Persons Whom You Have Idolized Can Never, In The End, Be Ungrateful, And, Probably, At The Time Of Retreat They Still Do Justice To Your Heart. But, So Long As You Must Draw Persons Too Near You, A Temporary Recoil Is Sure To Follow. It Is The Character Striving To Defend Itself From A Heating And Suffocating Action Upon It.

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.