Today A Reader, Tomorrow A Leader.

I Fear I Have Not One Good Word To Say This Fair Morning, Though The Sun Shines So Encouragingly On The Distant Hills And Gentle River And The Trees Are In Their Festive Hues. I Am Not Festive, Though Contented. When Obliged To Give Myself To The Prose Of Life, As I Am On This Occasion Of Being Established In A New Home I Like To Do The Thing, Wholly And Quite, - To Weave My Web For The Day Solely From The Grey Yarn.

The Mind Is Not, I Know, A Highway, But A Temple, And Its Doors Should Not Be Carelessly Left Open.

A Great Work Of Art Demands A Great Thought Or A Thought Of Beauty Adequately Expressed. - Neither In Art Nor Literature More Than In Life Can An Ordinary Thought Be Made Interesting Because Well-dressed.

It Should Be Remarked That, As The Principle Of Liberty Is Better Understood, And More Nobly Interpreted, A Broader Protest Is Made In Behalf Of Women. As Men Become Aware That Few Have Had A Fair Chance, They Are Inclined To Say That No Women Have Had A Fair Chance.

I Find No Intellect Comparable To My Own