Nothing is dead: men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries, and there they stand looking out ofthe window, sound and well, in some new and strange disguise.

I believe in Eternity. I can find Greece, Palestine, Italy, Spain, and the Islands, - the Genius and creative Principle of each and of all eras, in my own mind.

Without a rich heart, wealth is an ugly beggar.

Railroad iron is a magician's rod, in its power to evoke the sleeping energies of land and water.

Man is priest, and scholar, and statesman, and producer, and soldier. In the divided or social state these functions are parcelled out to individuals, each of whom aims to do his stint of the joint work, whilst each other performs his.

The first wealth is health.

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 god- like ease and power.