In our large cities, the population is godless, materialized,--no bond, no fellow-feeling, no enthusiasm. These are not men, but hungers, thirsts, fevers, and appetites walking. How is it people manage to live on,--so aimless as they are? After their peppercorn aims are gained, it seems as if the lime in their bones alone held them together, and not any worthy purpose.

Always do what you are afraid to do.

Poetry must be as new as foam and as old as the rock.

If we shall take the good we find, asking no questions, we shall have heaping measures.

We can only be valued as we make ourselves valuable.

Without a rich heart, wealth is an ugly beggar.

We must hold a man amenable to reason for the choice of his daily craft or profession. It is not an excuse any longer for his deeds that they are the custom of his trade. What business has he with an evil trade?