Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.
an artist is always seeking revelation.
The body was so little a part of him that its final stillness seemed nothing of importance. He was half out of it anyway and death was only a slipping out of it altogether and being at last what he always was, a spirit. We buried the pearly shell upon the mountain top.
All in all, Vermont is a jewel state, small but precious.
men cannot be free in a nation where women are forbidden freedom.
Our bodies can be mobilized by law and police and men with guns, if necessary-but where shall we find that which will make us believe in what we must do, so that we can fight through to victory?