I Find No Intellect Comparable To My

Our Desires, Once Realized, Haunt Us Again Less Readily.

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

Essays, Entitled Critical, Are Epistles Addressed To The Public, Through Which The Mind Of The Recluse Relieves Itself Of Its Impressions.

How Many Persons Must There Be Who Cannot Worship Alone Since They Are Content With So Little.

Truth Is The Nursing Mother Of Genius.