We Americans are the peculiar, chosen people - the Israel of our time; we bear the ark of the liberties of the world.

Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!

We Americans are the peculiar, chosen people - the Israel of our time; we bear the ark of the liberties of the world.

Love's secrets, being mysteries, ever pertain to the transcendent and the infinite; and so they are as airy bridges, by which ourfurther shadows pass over into the regions of the golden mists and exhalations; whence all poetical, lovely thoughts are engendered, and drop into us, as though pearls should drop from rainbows.

Immortality is but ubiquity in time.

Is it possible, after all, that spite of bricks and shaven faces, this world we live in is brimmed with wonders, and I and all mankind, beneath our garbs of common-placeness, conceal enigmas that the stars themselves, and perhaps the highest seraphim can not resolve?

When a companion's heart of itself overflows, the best one can do is to do nothing.