“In that connection,” she writes, “I would have considered such things a sacrilege.  I fought them and in a measure successfully.  The practice of self-indulgence which might have become a daily habit was only occasional.  Her image evoked at such times drove away such feelings, for which I felt a repugnance, much preferring the romantic ideal feelings.  In this way, quite unconscious of the fact that I was at all different from, any other person, I contrived to train myself to suppress or at least to dominate my physical sensations when they arose.  That is the reason why friendship and love have always seemed such holy and beautiful things to me.  I have never connected the two sets of feelings.  I think I am as strongly sexed as anyone, but I am able to hold a friend in my arms and experience deep comfort and peace without having even a hint of physical sexual feeling.  Sexual expression may be quite necessary at certain times and right under certain conditions, but I am convinced that free expression of affection along sentimental channels will do much to minimize the necessity for it along specifically sexual channels.  I have gone three months without the physical outlet.  The only time I was ever on the verge of nervous prostration was after having suppressed the instinct for ten months.  The other feelings, which I do not consider as sexual feelings at all, so fill my life in every department—­love, literature, poetry, music, professional and philanthropic activities—­that I am able to let the physical take care of itself.  When the physical sensations come, it is usually when I am not thinking of a loved one at all.  I could dissipate them by raising my thought to that spiritual friendship.  I do not know if this was right and wise.  I know it is what occurred.  It seems a good thing to practise some sort of inhibition of the centers and acquire this kind of domination.  One bad result, however, was that I suffered much at times from the physical sensations, and felt horribly depressed and wretched whenever they seemed to get the better of me.”

“I have been able,” she writes, “successfully to master the desire for a more perfect and complete expression of my feelings, and I have done so without serious detriment to my health.”  “I love few people,” she writes again, “but in these instances when I have permitted my heart to go out to a friend I have always experienced most exalted feelings, and have been made better by them morally, mentally, and spiritually.  Love is with me a religion.”

With regard to her attitude toward the other sex, she writes:  “I have never felt a dislike for men, but have good comrades among them.  During my childhood I associated with both girls and boys, enjoying them all, but wondering why the girls cared to flirt with boys.  Later in life I have had other friendships with men, some of whom cared for me, much to my regret, for, naturally, I do not care to marry.”