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Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli: In Three Volumes

Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli: In Three Volumes is a biographical work that offers a rich and intimate look into the life of the 19th-century American author, editor, and critic. The volume encompasses her correspondence, diary entries, and various manuscript pieces, offering readers a comprehensive view of her intellectual development, social circle, and personal experiences. The three-volume set is considered a significant source for understanding the intellectual and cultural landscape of the period. more

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Margaret Fuller
Margaret Fuller

Margaret Fuller, born on May 23, 1810, was an influential American journalist and feminist. She made significant contributions to literature, philosophy, and social reform, and is considered a key figure of the American Renaissance. more

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“The persons whom you have idolized can never, in the end, be ungrateful, and, probably, at the time of retreat they still do justice to your heart. But, so long as you must draw persons too near you, a temporary recoil is sure to follow. It is the character striving to defend itself from a heating and suffocating action upon it.”

“I was happy as a child with my toys in my nursery. I been happier every year since I became a man. But this interlude of school makes a somber grey patch upon the chart of my journey. It was a unending spell of worries that did not then seem petty, and of toil uncheered by fruition; a time of discomfort, restriction and purposeless monotony.”

“I never heard of anybody who admired the character of sheep. Even the gentlest human personalities in contact with them are annoyed by their lack of brains, courage and initiative, by their extraordinary ability to get themselves into uncomfortable or dangerous situations and then wait in inert helplessness for someone to rescue them.”

“one reason we haven't any national art is because we have too much magnificence. All our capacity for admiration is used up on the splendor of palace-like railway stations and hotels. Our national tympanum is so deafened by that blare of sumptuousness that we have no ears for the still, small voice of beauty.”