Few and mean as my gifts may be, I actually am, and do not need for my own assurance or the assurance of my fellows any secondary testimony.
Nature is a rag merchant, who works up every shred and ort and end into new creations.
The field cannot be seen from within the field.
The poem is a confession of faith.
All great successes are the triumph of persistence.
There is a persuasion in the soul of man that he is here for cause, that he was put down in this place by the Creator to do the work for which he inspires him, that thus he is an overmatch for all antagonists that could combine against him.