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Union Is Only Possible To Those Who Are Units. To Be Fit For Relations In Time, Souls, Whether Of Man Or Woman, Must Be Able To Do Without Them In The Spirit.

I Stand In The Sunny Noon Of Life. Objects No Longer Glitter In The Dews Of Morning, Neither Are Yet Softened By The Shadows Of Evening.

I Am Suffocated And Lost When I Have Not The Bright Feeling Of Progression.

Beware Of Over-great Pleasure In Being Popular Or Even Beloved. As Far As An Amiable Disposition And Powers Of Entertainment Make You So, It Is A Happiness; But If There Is One Grain Of Plausibility, It Is Poison.

Not One Man, In The Million, Shall I Say? No, Not In The Hundred Million, Can Rise Above The Belief That Woman Was Made For Man.