But the divinest poem, or the life of a great man, is the severest satire.... The greater the genius, the keener the edge of the satire.

It will be seen that we contemplate a time when man's will shall be law to the physical world, and he shall no longer be deterredby such abstractions as time and space, height and depth, weight and hardness, but shall indeed be the lord of creation.

The poet is blithe and cheery ever, and as well as nature.

The stars are the jewels of the night, and perchance surpass anything which day has to show.

Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly.

I have an immense appetite for solitude, like an infant for sleep, and if I don't get enough for this year, I shall cry all the next.

When you travel to the Celestial City, carry no letter of introduction. When you knock, ask to see God,--none of the servants.