No performance is worth loss of geniality. 'Tis a cruel price we pay for certain fancy goods called fine arts and philosophy.

Our thinking is a pious reception.

There is one mind common to all individual men. Every man is an inlet to the same and to all of the same.

Nature is upheld by antagonism. Passions, resistance, danger, are educators. We acquire the strength we have overcome.

Many a reformer perishes in his removal of rubbish,--and that makes the offensiveness of the class. They are partial; they are notequal to the work they pretend. They lose their way; in the assault on the kingdom of darkness, they expend all their energy on some accidental evil, and lose their sanity and power of benefit.

Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.

It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once a poem.