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. — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
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.… — 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
