A House Is No Home

The Especial Genius Of Women I Believe To Be Electrical In Movement, Intuitive In Function, Spiritual In Tendency.

With The Intellect I Always Have Always Shall Overcome, But That Is Not The Half Of The Work. The Life, The Life Oh My God! Shall The Life Never Be Sweet!

Most Marvelous And Enviable Is That Fecundity Of Fancy Which Can Adorn Whatever It Touches, Which Can Invest Naked Fact And Dry Reasoning With Unlooked-for Beauty, Make Flowers Bloom Even On The Brow Of The Precipice, And, When Nothing Better Can Be Had, Can Turn The Very Substance Of Rock Itself Into Moss And Lichens. This Faculty Is Uncomparingly The Most Important For The Vivid And Attractive Exhibition Of Truth To The Minds Of Men.

It Is Astonishing What Force, Purity, And Wisdom It Requires For A Human Being To Keep Clear Of Falsehoods.

All Around Us Lies What We Neither Understand Nor Use. Our Capacities, Our Instincts For This Our Present Sphere Are But Half Developed. Let Us Confine Ourselves To That Till The Lesson Be Learned; Let Us Be Completely Natural; Before We Trouble Ourselves With The Supernatural. I Never See Any Of These Things But I Long To Get Away And Lie Under A Green Tree And Let The Wind Blow On Me. There Is Marvel And Charm Enough In That For Me.