Once turn to practice, error and truth will no longer consort together.

There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man.

My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls.

I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom.

The soul gives unity to what it looks at with love.

Cease to brag to me of America, and its model institutions and constitutions. America, too, will have to strain its energies, crack its sinews, and all but break its heart, as the rest of us have had to do, in thousand-fold wrestle with the Pythons, and mud-demons, before it can become a babitation for the gods.

Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.