What A Thing Of Fantasy A Woman

Thinking Is Seeing.... Every Human Science Is Based On Deduction, Which Is A Slow Process Of Seeing By Which We Work Up From The Effect To The Cause; Or, In A Wider Sense, All Poetry Like Every Work Of Art Proceeds From A Swift Vision Of Things.

Glory Is A Poison, Good To Be Taken In Small Doses.

The Smallest Flower Is A Thought, A Life Answering To Some Feature Of The Great Whole, Of Whom They Have A Persistent Intuition.

Like Evil, Sublimity Is Also Contagious.

Wisdom Is That Apprehension Of Heavenly Things To Which The Spirit Rises Through Love.