What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.

The situation that has not its duty, its ideal, was never yet occupied by man. Yes, here, in this poor, miserable, hampered, despicable actual, wherein thou even now standest, here or nowhere is thy ideal; work it out therefrom, and, working, believe, live, be free. Fool! the ideal is in thyself.

Of all God's creatures, Man alone is poor.

For man is not the creature and product of Mechanism; but, in a far truer sense, its creator and producer.

All deep things are song. It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!

Considering the multitude of mortals that handle the pen in these days, and can mostly spell, and write without glaring violations of grammar, the question naturally arises: How is it, then, that no work proceeds from them, bearing any stamp of authenticity and permanence; of worth for more than one day?

In every object there is inexhaustible meaning.