It Is Greater Than The

I Dance With People I Despise; Amuse Myself With Men Whose Only Talent Lies In Their Feet, Gain The Disapprobation Of People I Honor And Respect; Return Home At Day Break With My Brain In A State Which Was Never Intended For It; And Arise In The Middle Of The Next Day Feeling Infinitely More, In Spirit And Flesh Like A Liliputian, Than A Woman With Body And Soul. Entry (when She Was Eighteen) In Her Commonplace Book, 1868-1869.

The Artist Must Possess The Courageous Soul That Dares And Defies

It Was Still Quite Light Out Of Doors, But Inside With The Curtains Drawn And The Smouldering Fire Sending Out A Dim, Uncertain Glow, The Room Was Full Of Deep Shadows.

He Could See Plainly That She Was Not Herself. That Is, He Could Not See That She Was Becoming Herself And Daily Casting Aside That Fictitious Self Which We Assume Like A Garment With Which To Appear Before The World.

And Nature Takes No Account Of Moral Consequences, Of Arbitrary Conditions Which We Create, And Which We Feel Obliged To Maintain At Any Cost.