We Cannot Have Expression Till There Is

... The Power Who Gave A Power, By Its Mere Existence, Signifies That It Must Be Brought Out Towards Perfection.

Everywhere The Fatal Spirit Of Imitation, Of Reference To European Standards, Penetrates And Threatens To Blight Whatever Of Original Growth Might Adorn The Soil.

There Is No Wholly Masculine Man, No Purely Feminine Woman.

You See How Wide The Gulf That Separates Me From The Christian Church.

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.