Truth is the summit of being; justice is the application of it to affairs.

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight.

The days come and go but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.

Great country, diminutive minds. America is formless, has no terrible and no beautiful condensation.

Our poets are men of talents who sing, and not the children of music.

Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of our science, and such is the mechanical determination of our age, and so recent are our best contrivances, that use has not dulled our joy and pride in them. These arts open great gates of a future, promising to make the world plastic and to lift human life out of its beggary to a godlike ease and power.

It is curious that Christianity, which is idealism, is sturdily defended by the brokers, and steadily attacked by the idealists.