O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!

Today is the blocks with which we build.

The country is not priest-ridded, but press-ridden.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor.