The laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day.

I found in myself, and still find, an instinct toward a higher, or, as it is named, spiritual life, as do most men, and another toward a primitive rank and savage one, and I reverence them both. I love the wild not less than the good.

Our hymn-books resound with a melodious cursing of God and enduring Him forever.

Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.

All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be.

There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we tolerate incredible dullness.

Let things alone; let them weigh what they will; let them soar or fall.