Like speaks to like only; labor to labor, philosophy to philosophy, criticism to criticism, poetry to poetry. Literature speaks how much still to the past, how little to the future, how much to the East, how little to the West.

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

Each humblest plant, or weed, as we call it, stands there to express some thought or mood of ours; and yet how long it stands in vain!... Beauty and true wealth are always thus cheap and despised.

How could youths better learn to live than by at once trying the experiment of living?

It is never too late to give up our prejudices.

New ideas come into this world somewhat like falling meteors, with a flash and an explosion.

The culture of the hop ... so analagous to the culture and uses of the grape, may afford a theme for future poets.