An ounce of action is worth a ton of theory.

Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.

For the existing world is not a dream, and cannot with impunity be treated as a dream; neither is it a disease; but it is the ground on which you stand, it is the mother of whom you were born.

I am Defeated all the time, yet to Victory I am born.

If in the least particular, one could derange the order of nature, who would accept the gift of life?

Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.

A man must know how to estimate a sour face. The sour face of the multitude, like thier sweet faces, have no deep cause, but are put on and off as the wind blows and the newspaper directs.