Woman, self-centred, would never be absorbed by any relation it would be only an experience to her as to man. It is a vulgar error that love, a love,… - Margaret Fuller

But her eye, that torch or the soul, is untamed, and in the intensity of her reading, we see a soul invincibly young in faith and hope.

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.

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.