Harmony of aim, not identity of conclusion, is the secret of sympathetic life.

Tis the privilege of Art Thus to play its cheerful part, Man on earth to acclimate And bend the exile to his fate.

I look on that man as happy, who, when there is question of success, looks into his work for a reply.

The mass are animal, in pupilage, and near chimpanzee.

Prayer as a means to effect a private end is theft and meanness.

Not gold, but only man can make a people great and strong; men who, for truth and honor's sake, stand fast and suffer long.

Everything teaches transition, transference, metamorphosis: therein is human power, in transference, not in creation; & therein is human destiny, not in longevity but in removal. We dive & reappear in new places.