One is not astonished at her appearing an 'actress' to the flat-minded.

But the basis of her woman's nature was pointed flame: In the fulness of her history we perceive nothing histrionic.

Capricious or enthusiastic in her youth, she never trifled with feeling; and if she did so with some showy phrases and occasionally proffered commonplaces in gilt, as she was much excited to do, her moods of reflection were direct, always large and honest, universal as well as feminine.
Her saying that 'A woman in the pillory restores the original bark of brotherhood to mankind,' is no more than a cry of personal anguish.
She has golden apples in her apron.

She says of life: 'When I fail to cherish it in every fibre the fires within are waning,' and that drives like rain to the roots.

She says of the world, generously, if with tapering idea: 'From the point of vision of the angels, this ugly monster, only half out of slime, must appear our one constant hero.' It can be read maliciously, but abstain.
She says of Romance: 'The young who avoid that region escape the title of Fool at the cost of a celestial crown.' Of Poetry: 'Those that have souls meet their fellows there.' But she would have us away with sentimentalism.