Authors are the vanguard in the march of mind, the intellectual backwoodsmen, reclaiming from the idle wilderness new territories for the thought and activity of their happier brethren.

All reform except a moral one will prove unavailing.

A sad spectacle. If they be inhabited, what a scope for misery and folly. If they be not inhabited, what a waste of space.

Painful for a person is rebellious independence, only in loving companionship with his associates does a person feel safe: Only in reverently bowing down before the higher does a person feel exalted.

Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.

The past is always attractive because it is drained of fear.

Song is the heroics of speech.