The Mind Is Not, I

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

No Temple Can Still The Personal Griefs And Strifes In The Breasts Of Its Visitors.

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.

I Fear I Have Not One Good Word To Say This Fair Morning, Though The Sun Shines So Encouragingly On The Distant Hills And Gentle River And The Trees Are In Their Festive Hues. I Am Not Festive, Though Contented. When Obliged To Give Myself To The Prose Of Life, As I Am On This Occasion Of Being Established In A New Home I Like To Do The Thing, Wholly And Quite, - To Weave My Web For The Day Solely From The Grey Yarn.

I Am Suffocated And Lost When I Have Not The Bright Feeling Of Progression.