There Are Very Few Persons Who Pursue

If I Am Allowed To Give A Metaphorical Allusion To The Future State Of The Blessed, I Should Imagine It By The Orange-grove In That Sheltered Glen On Which The Sun Is Now Beginning To Shine, And Of Which The Trees Are At The Same Time, Loaded With Sweet Golden Fruit And Balmy Silver Flowers. Such Objects May Well Portray A State In Which Hope And Fruition Become One Eternal Feeling.

Consistency In Opinion Is The Slow Poison Of Intellectual Life, The Destroyer Of Its Vividness And Energy.

Oh, Most Magnificent And Noble Nature! Have I Not Worshipped Thee With Such A Love As Never Mortal Man Before Displayed? Adored Thee In Thy Majesty Of Visible Creation, And Searched Into Thy Hidden And Mysterious Ways As Poet, As Philosopher, As Sage?

It Must Always Be Borne In Mind That The Assumption Of Woman's Social Superiority Lies At The Root Of These Rules Of Conduct.

To Me There Never Has Been A Higher Source Of Honour Or Distinction Than That Connected With Advances In Science. I Have Not Possessed Enough Of The Eagle In My Character To Make A Direct Flight To The Loftiest Altitudes In The Social World; And I Certainly Never Endeavored To Reach Those Heights By Using The Creeping Powers Of The Reptile, Who In Ascending, Generally Chooses The Dirtiest Path, Because It Is The Easiest.