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The Soul Of The Great Musician Can Only Be Expressed In Music.

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Margaret Fuller

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The Soul Of The Great Musician Can Only Be Expressed In Music.

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There Are Noble Books But One Wants The Breath Of Life Sometimes. And I See No Divine Person. I Myself Am More Divine Than Any I See I Think That Is Enough To Say About Them.

We Need To Hear The Excuses Men Make To Themselves For Their Worthlessness.

But The Golden-rod Is One Of The Fairy, Magical Flowers; It Grows Not Up To Seek Human Love Amid The Light Of Day, But To Mark To The Discerning What Wealth Lies Hid In The Secret Caves Of Earth.

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

The Persons Whom You Have Idolized Can Never, In The End, Be Ungrateful, And, Probably, At The Time Of Retreat They Still Do Justice To Your Heart. But, So Long As You Must Draw Persons Too Near You, A Temporary Recoil Is Sure To Follow. It Is The Character Striving To Defend Itself From A Heating And Suffocating Action Upon It.

All Greatness Affects Different Minds, Each In Its Own Particular Kind, And The Variations Of Testimony Mark The Truth Of Feeling.

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

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.

Very Early, I Knew That The Only Object In Life Was To Grow.

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

It Does Not Follow Because Many Books Are Written By Persons Born In America That There Exists An American Literature. Books Which Imitate Or Represent The Thoughts And Life Of Europe Do Not Constitute An American Literature. Before Such Can Exist, An Original Idea Must Animate This Nation And Fresh Currents Of Life Must Call Into Life Fresh Thoughts Along The Shore.

Amid All Your Duties, Keep Some Hours To Yourself.

I Now Know All The People Worth Knowing In America, And I Find No Intellect Comparable To My Own.

Some Degree Of Expression Is Necessary For Growth, But It Should Be Little In Proportion To The Full Life.

After Having Admired The Women Of Rome, Say To Yourself, 'i Too Am Beautiful!' ... In You I Met A Real Person. I Need Not Give You Any Other Praise.

The Civilized Man Is A Larger Mind But A More Imperfect Nature Than The Savage.

... 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.

Men For The Sake Of Getting A Living Forget To Live.

The Soul Of The Great Musician Can Only Be Expressed In Music.

Those Have Not Lived Who Have Not Seen Rome.

For Precocity Some Great Price Is Always Demanded Sooner Or Later In Life.

Sooner Or Later

Our Capacities, Our Instincts For This Our Present Sphere Are But Half Developed. Let Us Be Completely Natural; Before We Trouble Ourselves With The Supernatural.

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.

I Know Of No Inquiry Which The Impulses Of Man Suggests That Is Forbidden To The Resolution Of Man To Pursue.

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

It Is Not Because The Touch Of Genius Has Roused Genius To Production, But Because The Admiration Of Genius Has Made Talent Ambitious, That The Harvest Is Still So Abundant.

Beware The Mediocrity That Threatens Middle Age, Its Limitation Of Thought And Interest, Its Dullness Of Fancy, Its Too External Life, And Mental Thinness.

Only The Dreamer Shall Understand Realities, Though In Truth His Dreaming Must Be Not Out Of Proportion To His Waking.

Next To Invention Is The Power Of Interpreting Invention; Next To Beauty The Power Of Appreciating Beauty.

Pain Has No Effect But To Steal Some Of My Time.

There Exists In The Minds Of Men A Tone Of Feeling Toward Women As Toward Slaves.

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

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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.

The Critic Is Beneath The Maker, But Is His Needed Friend. The Critic Is Not A Base Caviler, But The Younger Brother Of Genius. Next To Invention Is The Power Of Interpreting Invention; Next To Beauty The Power Of Appreciating Beauty. And Of Making Others Appreciate It.

Artists Are Always Young.

We Cannot Have Expression Till There Is Something To Be Expressed.

It Is Astonishing What Force, Purity, And Wisdom It Requires For A Human Being To Keep Clear Of Falsehoods.

All Great Expression, Which On A Superficial Survey Seems So Easy As Well As So Simple, Furnishes After A While, To The Faithful Observer, Its Own Standard By Which To Appreciate It.

I Have Urged On Woman Independence Of Man, Not That I Do Not Think The Sexes Mutually Needed By One Another, But Because In Woman This Fact Has Led To An Excessive Devotion, Which Has Cooled Love, Degraded Marriage And Prevented It Her Sex From Being What It Should Be To Itself Or The Other. I Wish Woman To Live, First For God's Sake. Then She Will Not Take What Is Not Fit For Her From A Sense Of Weakness And Poverty. Then If She Finds What She Needs In Man Embodied, She Will Know How To Love And Be Worthy Of Being Loved.

To One Who Has Enjoyed The Full Life Of Any Scene, Of Any Hour, What Thoughts Can Be Recorded About It Seem Like The Commas And Semicolons In The Paragraph-mere Stops.

We Doubt Not The Destiny Of Our Country That She Is To Accomplish Great Things For Human Nature, And Be The Mother Of A Nobler Race Than The World Has Yet Known. But She Has Been So False To The Scheme Made Out At Her Nativity, That It Is Now Hard To Say Which Way That Destiny Points.

Life Is Richly Worth Living, With Its Continual Revelations Of Mighty Woe, Yet Infinite Hope; And I Take It To My Breast.

Nature Provides Exceptions To Every Rule.

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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.

Wine Is Earth's Answer To The Sun.

If Any Individual Live Too Much In Relations, So That He Becomes A Stranger To The Resources Of His Own Nature, He Falls, After A While, Into A Distraction, Or Imbecility, From Which He Can Only Be Cured By A Time Of Isolation, Which Gives The Renovating Fountains Time To Rise Up.

Man Tells His Aspiration In His God; But In His Demon He Shows His Depth Of Experience.

What I Mean By The Muse Is That Unimpeded Clearness Of The Intuitive Powers, Which A Perfectly Truthful Adherence To Every Admonition Of The Higher Instincts Would Bring To A Finely Organized Human Being. It May Appear As Prophesy Or As Poesy...should These Faculties Have Free Play, I Believe They Will Open Up New, Deeper And Purer Sources Of Joyous Inspiration Than Have As Yet Refreshed The Earth.

When The Intellect And Affections Are In Harmony; When Intellectual Consciousness Is Calm And Deep; Inspiration Will Not Be Confounded With Fancy.

With The Intellect I Always Have Always Shall Overcome, But That Is Not The Half Of The Work. The Life, The Life Oh My God! Shall The Life Never Be Sweet!

Reverence The Highest, Have Patience With The Lowest. Let This Day's Performance Of The Meanest Duty Be Thy Religion. Are The Stars Too Distant, Pick Up The Pebble That Lies At Thy Feet, And From It Learn The All.

The Man Of Science Dissects The Statement, Verifies The Facts, And Demonstrates Connection Even Where He Cannot Its Purpose.

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

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.

Woman Is Born For Love, And It Is Impossible To Turn Her From Seeking It.

There Is Such A Rebound From Parental Influence That It Generally Seems That The Child Makes Use Of The Directions Given By The Parent Only To Avoid The Prescribed Path.

Plants Of Great Vigor Will Almost Always Struggle Into Blossom, Despite Impediments. But There Should Be Encouragement, And A Free Genial Atmosphere For Those Of More Timid Sort, Fair Play For Each In Its Own Kind.

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

Be What You Would Seem To Be - Or, If You'd Like It Put More Simply - A House Is No Home Unless It Contains Food And Fire For The Mind As Well As The Body.

Be What You Would Seem To Be.

Who Can Ever Be Alone For A Moment In Italy? Every Stone Has A Voice, Every Grain Of Dust Seems Instinct With Spirit From The Past, Every Step Recalls Some Line, Some Legend Of Long-neglected Lore.

What A Difference It Makes To Come Home To A Child!

Art Can Only Be Truly Art By Presenting An Adequate Outward Symbol Of Some Fact In The Interior Life.

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What Concerns Me Now Is That My Life Be A Beautiful, Powerful, In A Word, A Complete Life Of Its Kind.

In Order That She May Be Able To Give Her Hand With Dignity, She Must Be Able To Stand Alone.

Certainly I Do Not Wish That Instead Of These Masters I Had Read Baby Books, Written Down To Children, And With Such Ignorant Dullness That They Blunt The Sense And Corrupt The Tastes Of The Still Plastic Human Being. But I Do Wish That I Had Read No Books At All Till Later - That I Had Lived With Toys, And Played In The Open Air. Children Should Not Cull The Fruits Of Reflection And Observation Early, But Expand In The Sun, And Let Thoughts Come To Them. They Should Not Through Books Antedate Their Actual Experiences.

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All Around Us Lies What We Neither Understand Nor Use. Our Capacities, Our Instincts For This Our Present Sphere Are But Half Developed. Let Us Confine Ourselves To That Till The Lesson Be Learned; Let Us Be Completely Natural; Before We Trouble Ourselves With The Supernatural. I Never See Any Of These Things But I Long To Get Away And Lie Under A Green Tree And Let The Wind Blow On Me. There Is Marvel And Charm Enough In That For Me.

This Is The Method Of Genius, To Ripen Fruit For The Crowd By Those Rays Of Whose Heat They Complain.

The Greeks Saw Everything In Forms Which We Are Trying To Ascertain As Law, And Classify As Cause.

The Highest Ideal Man Can Form Of His Own Powers, Is That Which He Is Destined To Attain. Whatever The Soul Knows How To Seek, It Cannot Fail To Obtain. This Is The Law And The Prophets. Knock And It Shall Be Opened, Seek And Ye Shall Find. It Is Demonstrated; It Is A Maxim.

Our Friends Should Be Our Incentives To Right, But Not Only Our Guiding, But Our Prophetic, Stars. To Love By Right Is Much, To Love By Faith Is More; Both Are The Entire Love, Without Which Heart, Mind, And Soul Cannot Be Alike Satisfied. We Love And Ought To Love One Another, Not Merely For The Absolute Worth Of Each, But On Account Of A Mutual Fitness Of Temporary Character.

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.

Truth Is The Nursing Mother Of Genius.

No Temple Can Still The Personal Griefs And Strifes In The Breasts Of Its Visitors.

Whatever The Soul Knows How To Seek, It Cannot Fail To Obtain.

How Anyone Can Remain A Catholic - I Mean Who Has Ever Been Aroused To Think, And Is Not Biased By The Partialities Of Childish Years - After Seeing Catholicism Here In Italy I Cannot Conceive.

Genius Will Live And Thrive Without Training, But It Does Not The Less Reward The Watering Pot And The Pruning Knife.

Truth Is The First Of Jewels.

Who Does Not Observe The Immediate Glow And Security That Is Diffused Over The Life Of Woman, Before Restless Or Fretful, By Engaging In Gardening, Building, Or The Lowest Department Of Art? Here Is Something That Is Not Routine--something That Draws Forth Life Towards The Infinite.

Nature Seems To Have Poured Forth Her Riches So Without Calculation, Merely To Mark The Fullness Of Her Joy.

Truth Is The Nursing Mother Of Genius. No Man Can Be Absolutely True To Himself, Eschewing Cant, Compromise, Servile Imitation, And Complaisance Without Becoming Original.

The Only Woman To Whom It Has Been Given To Touch What Is Decisive In The Present World And To Have A Presentiment Of The World Of The Future.

Let No One Dare To Call Another Mad Who Is Not Himself Willing To Rank In The Same Class For Every Perversion And Fault Of Judgment. Let No One Dare Aid In Punishing Another As Criminal Who Is Not Willing To Suffer The Penalty Due To His Own Offenses.

We Would Have Every Arbitrary Barrier Thrown Down. We Would Have Every Path Laid Open To Woman As Freely As To Man.

The Especial Genius Of Women I Believe To Be Electrical In Movement, Intuitive In Function, Spiritual In Tendency.

Give Me Truth; Cheat Me By No Illusion.

The Public Must Learn How To Cherish The Nobler And Rarer Plants, And To Plant The Aloe, Able To Wait A Hundred Years For It's Bloom, Or It's Garden Will Contain, Presently, Nothing But Potatoes And Pot-herbs.

Harmony Exists No Less In Difference Than In Likeness, If Only The Same Key-note Govern Both Parts.

The Critic ... Should Be Not Merely A Poet, Not Merely A Philosopher, Not Merely An Observer, But Tempered Of All Three.

A House Is No Home Unless It Contains Food And Fire For The Mind As Well As For The Body. For Human Beings Are Not So Constituted That They Can Live Without Expansion. If They Do Not Get It In One Way, They Must In Another, Or Perish.

The Character And History Of Each Child May Be A New And Poetic Experience To The Parent, If He Will Let It.

It Is So True That A Woman May Be In Love With A Woman, And A Man With A Man. It Is Pleasant To Be Sure Of It, Because It Is Undoubtedly The Same Love That We Shall Feel When We Are Angels.

Spirits That Have Once Been Sincerely United And Tended Together A Sacred Flame, Never Become Entirely Stranger To One Another's Life.

Every Fact Is Impure, But Every Fact Contains In It The Juices Of Life. Every Fact Is A Clod, From Which May Grow An Amaranth Or A Palm.

Tragedy Is Always A Mistake; And The Loneliness Of The Deepest Thinker, The Widest Lover, Ceases To Be Pathetic To Us So Soon As The Sun Is High Enough Above The Mountains.

I Am 'too Fiery'... Yet I Wish To Be Seen As I Am And I Would Lose All Rather Than Soften Away Anything.

Drudgery Is As Necessary To Call Out The Treasures Of The Mind, As Harrowing And Planting Those Of The Earth.

Preparations Are Good In Life, Prologues Ruinous.

If Anything Can Be Invented More Excruciating Than An English Opera, Such As Was The Fashion At The Time I Was In London, I Am Sure No Sin Of Mine Deserves The Punishment Of Bearing It.

It Was Not Meant That The Soul Should Cultivate The Earth, But That The Earth Should Educate And Maintain The Soul.

A Man Who Means To Think And Write A Great Deal Must, After Six And Twenty, Learn To Read With His Fingers.

Put Up At The Moment Of Greatest Suffering A Prayer, Not For Thy Own Escape, But For The Enfranchisement Of Some Being Dear To Thee, And The Sovereign Spirit Will Accept Thy Ransom.

There Is Some Danger Lest There Be No Real Religion In The Heart Which Craves Too Much Daily Sympathy.

I Should Never Stand Alone In This Desert World, But That Manna Would Drop From Heaven, If I Would But Rise With Every Rising Sun To Gather It.

Man Can Never Come Up To His Ideal Standard. It Is The Nature Of The Immortal Spirit To Raise That Standard Higher And Higher As It Goes From Strength To Strength, Still Upward And Onward. The Wisest And Greatest Men Are Ever The Most Modest.

Tremble Not Before The Free Man, But Before The Slave Who Has Chains To Break.

As To Marriage, I Think The Intercourse Of Heart And Mind May Be Fully Enjoyed Without Entering Into This Partnership Of Daily Life.

It Seems That It Is Madder Never To Abandon One's Self Than Often To Be Infatuated; Better To Be Wounded, A Captive And A Slave, Than Always To Walk In Armor.

The Life Of The Soul Is Incalculable.

If You Have Knowledge, Let Others Light Their Candles In It.

Two Persons Love In One Another The Future Good Which They Aid One Another To Unfold.

While Any One Is Base, None Can Be Entirely Free And Noble.

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

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.

Today A Reader, Tomorrow A Leader.

Man Is Not Made For Society, But Society Is Made For Man. No Institution Can Be Good Which Does Not Tend To Improve The Individual.

The Use Of Criticism, In Periodical Writing, Is To Sift, Not To Stamp A Work.

Beware Of Over-great Pleasure In Being Popular Or Even Beloved.

The Arabian Horse Will Not Plough Well, Nor Can The Plough-horse Be Rode To Play The Jereed.

Would That The Simple Maxim, That Honesty Is The Best Policy, Might Be Laid To Heart; That A Sense Of The True Aim Of Life Might Elevate The Tone Of Politics And Trade Till Public And Private Honor Become Identical.

I Accept The Universe!

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.

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