The civilized man is a more experienced and wiser savage.

So long as a man is faithful to himself, everything is in his favor, government, society, the very sun, moon, and stars.

Only that day dawns to which we are awake.

At present our only true names are nicknames.

The great poem must have the stamp of greatness as well as its essence.

Whose are the truly labored sentences? From the weak and flimsy periods of the politician and literary man, we are glad to turn even to the description of work, the simple record of the month's labor in the farmer's almanac, to restore our tone and spirits.

First, there is the power of the Wind, constantly exerted over the globe... Here is an almost incalculable power at our disposal, yet how trifling the use we make of it.