Men talk of freedom! How many are free to think? Free from fear, from perturbation, from prejudice? Nine hundred and ninety-nine in a thousand are perfect slaves.

Why should we leave it to Harper & Brothers and Redding & Co. to select our reading?

Simplify, simplify, simplify.

We have heard much about the poetry of mathematics, but very little of it has yet been sung. The ancients had a juster notion of their poetic value than we.

There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root, and it may be that he who bestows the largest amount of time and money on the needy is doing the most by his mode of life to produce that misery which he strives in vain to relieve.

I cannot easily buy a blank-book to write thoughts in; they are commonly ruled for dollars and cents.

What a glorious time they must have in that wilderness, far from mankind and election day!