There are two classes of poets - the poets by education and practice, these we respect; and poets by nature, these we love.

We teach boys to be such men as we are. We do not teach them to aspire to be all they can. We do not give them a training as if webelieved in their noble nature. We scarce educate their bodies. We do not train the eye and the hand. We exercise their understandings to the apprehension and comparison of some facts, to a skill in numbers, in words; we aim to make accountants, attorneys, engineers; but not to make able, earnest, great- hearted men.

What is there of the divine in a load of brick? What ... in a barber shop? ... Much. All.

The mind is a finer body, and resumes its functions of feeding, digesting, absorbing, excluding, and generating, in a new and ethereal element. Here, in the brain, is all the process of alimentation repeated, in the acquiring, comparing, digesting, and assimilating of experience. Here again is the mystery of generation repeated.

Let there be worse cotton and better men.

A little integrity is better than any career.

The sign and credentials of the poet are that he announces that which no man foretold