Our expense is almost all for conformity. It is for cake that we run in debt; 'tis not the intellect, not the heart, not beauty, not worship, that costs so much.

When It's Darkest, Men See the Stars.

It is easy to see that what is best written or done by genius in the world, was no man's work but came by wide social labor, whena thousand wrought like one, sharing the same impulse.

An answer in words is delusive; it is really no answer to the questions you ask.

If you would lift me up, you've got to be on higher ground.

If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways, I keep and pass and turn again.

Our faith comes in moments; our vice is habitual.