But remember, I am no politician, and no seer into souls.

America may have great poets and novelists, but she never will have more than one necromancer.

It has happened to me to meet many of the men of my day whom the world agreed to call great.

Every child was taught from his cradle that money was Mammon, the chief agent of the flesh and the devil.

You will find the poet who wrings the heart of the world, or the foremost captain of his time, driving a bargain or paring a potato, just as you would do.

... I suppose that the party or sect which is to do any work in the world must breathe its own peculiar atmosphere, speak its own little patois, and see but one side of the question on which it fights.

Nowhere in this country, from sea to sea, does nature comfort us with such assurance of plenty, such rich and tranquil beauty as in those unsung, unpainted hills of Pennsylvania.