Everything good is on the highway.

Is all literature eavesdropping, and all art Chinese imitation? our life a custom, and our body borrowed, like a beggar’s dinner, from a hundred charities?

There is something servile in the habit of seeking after a law which we must obey.

New York is a sucked orange.

Criticism is infested with the cant of materialism, which assumes that manual skill and activity is the first merit of all men, and disparages such as say and do not, overlooking the fact, that some men, namely, poets, are natural sayers, sent into the world to the end of expression, and confounds them with those whose province is action, but who quit to imitate the sayers.

The gentleman is a man of truth.

I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.