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Harmony Exists No Less In Difference Than In Likeness, If Only The Same Key-note Govern Both Parts.

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

The Critic Is Beneath The Maker, But Is His Needed Friend. The Critic Is Not A Base Caviler, But The Younger Brother Of Genius. Next To Invention Is The Power Of Interpreting Invention; Next To Beauty The Power Of Appreciating Beauty. And Of Making Others Appreciate It.

There Exists In The Minds Of Men A Tone Of Feeling Toward Women As Toward Slaves.

I Now Know All The People Worth Knowing In America, And I Find No Intellect Comparable To My Own.