I accept the universe. - Margaret Fuller

A single thought transfuses every form; The sunny day is changed into the storm, For light is dark, hard soft, and cold is warm.</p>One presence fill and floods the whole serene; Nothing can be, nothing has ever been, Except the one truth that creates the scene.

But the intellect, cold, is ever more masculine than feminine; warmed by emotion, it rushes towards mother earth, and puts on the forms of beauty.

For precocity some great price is always demanded sooner or later in life.