Doubt not, O poet, but persist. Say 'It is in me, and shall out.' Stand there, balked and dumb, stuttering and stammering, hissed and hooted, stand and strive, until at last rage draw out of thee that dream-power which every night shows thee is thine own; a power transcending all limit and privacy, and by virtue of which a man is the conductor of the whole river of electricity.

The inmost in due time becomes the outmost.

The most Indian thing about the Indian is surely not his moccasins or his calumet, his wampum or his stone hatched, but traits of character and sagacity, skill, or passion.

The key to every man is his thought.

He is a dull observer whose experience has not taught him the reality and force of magic, as well as of chemistry.

Great thoughts ensure musical expression.

'Tis a superstition to insist on a special diet. All is made at last of the same chemical atoms.