them to live together is art — to live well, high art.”
. Melancholy, thinking that I did but poorly last evening [at a reading from her ‘Notes on Travel’ at the Church
of the Disciples]. ... At the afternoon concert felt a savage and tearful melancholy, a profound friendlessness.
In the whole large assembly I saw no one who would help me to do anything worthy of my powers and life-ideal.
I have so dreamed of high use that I cannot decline to a life of amusement or of small occupation.”
“... I believe in God, but am utterly weary of man.”
After a disappointment:--
“ .. . To church, where my mental condition speedily improved.
Sermon on the Good Samaritan
Hymns and prayers all congenial and consoling.
Felt much consoled and uplifted out of all petty discords and disappointments.
A disappointment should be digested in patience, not vomited in spleen.
Bitter morsels nourish the soul, not less perhaps than sweet.
Thought of the following: Moral philosophy begins with the fact of accepting human life.”
In November came a new interest which was to mean much to her.
“Early in town to attend the Free Religious Club
's essay was well written, but encumbered with illustrations rarely pertinent.
It was neither religion, philosophy, nor cosmology, but a confusion of all three, showing the encyclopedic aim of his culture.
It advocated the natural to the exclusion of the supernatural.
Being invited to speak, I suggested real and ideal as a ”