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

At times the whole world seems to be in conspiracy to importune you with emphatic trifles.

Sooner or later that which is now life shall be poetry, and every fair and manly trait shall add a richer strain to the song.

Solitude is impractical, and society fatal. We must keep our head in the one and our hands in the other. The conditions are met, if we keep our independence, yet do not lose our sympathy.

To wade in marshes and sea margins is the destiny of certain bird, and they are so accurately made for this that they are imprisoned in those places. Each animal out of its habitat would starve. To the physician, each man, each woman, is an amplification of one organ. A soldier, a locksmith, a bank-clerk, and a dancer could not exchange functions. And thus we are victims of adaptation.

Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings.

A beautiful woman is a practical poet, taming her savage mate, planting tenderness, hope and eloquence in all whom she approaches.