Reform keeps many scores of newspapers in its service, but not one man.

The poet is no tender slip of fairy stock, who requires peculiar institutions and edicts for his defense, but the toughest son ofearth and of Heaven, and by his greater strength and endurance his fainting companions will recognize the God in him. It is the worshipers of beauty, after all, who have done the real pioneer work of the world.

Enemies publish themselves. They declare war. The friend never declares his love.

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.

Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.

Nature is as well adapted to our weakness as to our strength.

Great God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf Than that I may not disappoint myself, That in my action I may soar as high As I can now discern with this clear eye.