Underneath the inharmonious and trivial particulars, is a musical perfection, the Ideal journeying always with us, the heaven without rent or seam.

Our opinions of the world, are confessions of character.

Life is a perpetual instruction in cause and effect.

And so the reliance on Property, including the reliance on governments which protect it, is the want of self-reliance.

Do what we can, summer will have its flies.

Our day of dependence, our long apprenticeship to the learning of other lands, draws to a close. The millions, that around us arerushing into life, cannot always be fed on the sere remains of foreign harvests.

Each philosopher, each bard, each actor has only done for me, as by a delegate, what one day I can do for myself.