This world is but a canvas to our imagination.

I love the broad margin to my life.

The true finish is the work of time, and the use to which a thing is put. The elements are still polishing the pyramids.

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

A man has not seen a thing who has not felt it.

I hear many condemn these men because they were so few. When were the good and the brave ever in a majority? Would you have had him wait till that time came?--till you and I came over to him?

It is best to lay our plans widely in youth, for then land is cheap, and it is but too easy to contract our views afterward. Youths so laid out, with broad avenues and parks, that they may make handsome and liberal old men! Show me a youth whose mind is like some Washington city of magnificent distances, prepared for the most remotely successful and glorious life after all, when those spaces shall be built over and the idea of the founder be realized. I trust that every New England boy will begin by laying out a Keene Street through his head, eight rods wide.