Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - a house is no home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body. |
It should be remarked that, as the principle of liberty is better understood, and more nobly interpreted, a broader protest is made in behalf of women. As men become aware that few have had a fair chance, they are inclined to say that no women have had a fair chance. |
It is a vulgar error that love, a love, to woman is her whole existence; she is born for Truth and Love in their universal energy. |
It seems that it is madder never to abandon one's self than often to be infatuated; better to be wounded, a captive and a slave, than always to walk in armor. |
Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live. |
A house is no home unless it contain food and fire for the mind as well as for the body. |
Would that the simple maxim, that honesty is the best policy, might be laid to heart; that a sense of the true aim of life might elevate the tone of politics and trade till public and private honor become identical. |
The character and history of each child may be a new and poetic experience to the parent, if he will let it. |
Only the dreamer shall understand realities, though in truth his dreaming must be not out of proportion to his waking. |
For precocity some great price is always demanded sooner or later in life. |
Today a reader, tomorrow a leader. |
Man tells his aspiration in his God; but in his demon he shows his depth of experience. |
Beware of over-great pleasure in being popular or even beloved. |
The especial genius of women I believe to be electrical in movement, intuitive in function, spiritual in tendency. |
I now know all the people worth knowing in America, and I find no intellect comparable to my own. |
Art can only be truly art by presenting an adequate outward symbol of some fact in the interior life. |
Two persons love in one another the future good which they aid one another to unfold. |
We need to hear the excuses men make to themselves for their worthlessness. |
Essays, entitled critical, are epistles addressed to the public, through which the mind of the recluse relieves itself of its impressions. |
Very early, I knew that the only object in life was to grow. |