“My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.”

These are the times in which a genius would wish to live. It is not in the still calm of life, or the repose of a pacific station, that great characters are formed.

A little of what you call frippery is very necessary towards looking like the rest of the world.

That your Sex are Naturally Tyrannical is a Truth so thoroughly established as to admit of no dispute

Remember all Men would be tyrants if they could.

But such of you as wish to be happy willingly give up the harsh title of Master for the more tender and endearing one of Friend.

Great learning and superior abilities…will be of little value and small estimation unless virtue, honor, truth, and integrity are added to them.

How difficult the task to quench the fire and the pride of private ambition, and to sacrifice ourselves and all our hopes and expectations to the public weal!

Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of the Husbands.

The parent of slavery, ignorance, and barbarism, which places man upon a level with his fellow tenants of the woods.

I desire you would Remember the Ladies, and be more generous and favourable to them than your ancestors.

Humble indeed, when compared to the Palaces you have visited, and the pomp you have been witness to.

But like them, may we learn by defeat the power of becoming invincible.

Posterity who are to reap the blessings will scarcely be able to conceive the hardships and sufferings of their ancestors.

The world perhaps would laugh at me, and accuse me of vanity, but you I know have a mind too enlarged and liberal to disregard the Sentiment.

Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of husbands. Remember all men would be tyrants if they could.

You cannot know, should I discribe to you; the feelings of a parent . Four years have already past away since you left your native land, and this rural Cottage

Do you ever find yourself bursting into a sort of lunatic laughter at the sheer prettiness of things?

But all bubbles have a way of bursting or being deflated in the end.

There is, clearly, both enormous hunger for the work thus being diffused, and an explosion of creative energy, bursting through the coercive choicelessness of the system on whose boundaries we are working.