Prayer draws us near to our own souls.

Yea, foolish mortals, Noah's flood is not yet subsided; two thirds of the fair world it yet covers.

That immaculate manliness we feel within ourselves, so far within us, that it remains intact though all the outer character seem gone; bleeds with keenest anguish at the undraped spectacle of a valor-ruined man.

...in certain moods, no man can weigh this world without throwing in something, somehow like Original Sin, to strike the uneven balance.

All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys.

Let us waive that agitated national topic, as to whether such multitudes of foreign poor should be landed on our American shores;let us waive it, with the one only thought, that if they can get here, they have God's right to come.

In armies, navies, cities, or families, in nature herself, nothing more relaxes good order than misery.