Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse. One comfort we have - Cincinnati sounds worse.

[Science is] piecemeal revelation.

To obtain a man's opinion of you, make him mad.

Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

Controversy equalizes fools and wise men in the same way - and the fools know it.

The very aim and end of our institutions is just this: that we may think what we like and say what we think.