America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.
He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and always shall be.
Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.
All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.
I cannot be content with less than heaven.
The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.