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. — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
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. — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
All great expression, which on a superficial survey seems so easy as well as so simple, furnishes after a while, to the faithful observer,… — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
Art can only be truly art by presenting an adequate outward symbol of some fact in the interior life. — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
With the intellect I always have always shall overcome, but that is not the half of the work. The life, the life Oh my… — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
It is not because the touch of genius has roused genius to production, but because the admiration of genius has made talent ambitious, that… — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from… — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
The highest ideal man can form of his own powers, is that which he is destined to attain. Whatever the soul knows how to… — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
Male and female represent the two sides of the great radical dualism. But in fact they are perpetually passing into one another. Fluid hardens… — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
Harmony exists no less in difference than in likeness, if only the same key-note govern both parts. — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
When the intellect and affections are in harmony; when intellectual consciousness is calm and deep; inspiration will not be confounded with fancy. — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
