Accursed be he who willingly saddens an immortal spirit — -doomed to infamy in later, wiser ages, doomed in future stages of his own being to deadly … - Margaret Fuller

Your prudence, my wise friend, allows too little room for the mysterious whisperings of life.

To feel that there is so quick a bound to intercourse, makes us prize the moment, but then also makes it so difficult to use. Yet this one thing I wish to say, where so many must be left unsaid. You tell me, that I may, probably never know you wholly. Indeed the obstacles of time and space may prevent my understanding the workings of character; many pages of my new book may be shut against me, better than to yourself. Perhaps? I believe in Ahnungen beyond anything.

The Presence all thy fancies supersedes, All that is done which thou wouldst seek in deeds, The wealth obliterates all seeming needs.