If the devil take a less hateful shape to us than to our fathers, he is as busy with us as with them.

There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold... 'T is heaven alone that is given away, 'T is only God may be had for the asking; There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer.

How I do love the earth. I feel it thrill under my feet. I feel somehow as if it were conscious of my love, as if something passed into my dancing blood from it.

One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.

No sincere desire of doing good need make an enemy of a single human being; that philanthropy has surely a flaw in it which cannot sympathize with the oppressor equally as with the oppressed.

Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance, Begotten by the slaves they trample on.