“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.”
“The Child is father of the Man.”
“I wandered lonely as a cloud.”
“The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.”
“Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.”
“Without self-confidence we are as babes in the cradle.”
“Have you any notion how many books are written about women in the course of one year?”
“If truth is not to be found on the shelves of the British Museum, where is truth?”
“Lock up your libraries if you like; there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”
“No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.”
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
“I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.”
“I sing the body electric.”
“Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.”
“STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?”
“I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love.”
“The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.”
“You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.”