Margaret Fuller
Margaret Fuller
Sarah Margaret Fuller Ossoli, commonly known as Margaret Fuller, was an American journalist, critic, and women's rights advocate associated with the American transcendentalism movement. She was the first full-time American female book reviewer in journalism. Her book Woman in the Nineteenth Century is considered the first major feminist work in the United States...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionActivist
Date of Birth23 May 1810
CityCambridge, MA
CountryUnited States of America
It seems that it is madder never to abandon one's self than often to be infatuated; better to be wounded, a captive and a slave, than always to walk in armor.
Next to invention is the power of interpreting invention; next to beauty the power of appreciating beauty.
All greatness affects different minds, each in its own particular kind, and the variations of testimony mark the truth of feeling.
Our capacities, our instincts for this our present sphere are but half developed. Let us be completely natural; before we trouble ourselves with the supernatural.
What concerns me now is that my life be a beautiful, powerful, in a word, a complete life of its kind.
There are noble books but one wants the breath of life sometimes.
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. When obliged to give myself to the prose of life, as I am on this occasion of being established in a new home I like to do the thing, wholly and quite, - to weave my web for the day solely from the grey yarn.
I am 'too fiery'... yet I wish to be seen as I am and I would lose all rather than soften away anything.
The man of science dissects the statement, verifies the facts, and demonstrates connection even where he cannot its purpose.
With the intellect, I always have-always shall overcome, but that is not half of the work of life. The life-oh my God-shall the life never be sweet?
When the intellect and affections are in harmony; when intellectual consciousness is calm and deep; inspiration will not be confounded with fancy.
Who does not observe the immediate glow and security that is diffused over the life of woman, before restless or fretful, by engaging in gardening, building, or the lowest department of art? Here is something that is not routine--something that draws forth life towards the infinite.
Woman is born for love, and it is impossible to turn her from seeking it.
The Arabian horse will not plough well, nor can the plough-horse be rode to play the jereed.