Alas! this is the crying sin of the age, this want of faith in the prevalence of a man. Nothing can be effected but by one man. Hewho wants help wants everything. True, this is the condition of our weakness, but it can never be the means of our recovery. We must first succeed alone, that we may enjoy our success together.

The poet is he who can write some pure mythology today without the aid of posterity.

If there is any hell more unprincipled than our rulers, and we, the ruled, I feel curious to see it.

If all were as it seems, and men made the elements their servants for noble ends!

Morning glory is the best name, it always refreshes me to see it.

Explore thyself. Herein are demanded the eye and the nerve.

Men are as innocent as the morning to the unsuspicious.