Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins.
Evil then results from imperfection.
Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs; thus are we men.
The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.
None but God can fill the perfect whole.
America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.