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

There is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.

What unknown seas of feeling lie in man, and will from time to time break through!

If there be no enemy there's no fight. If no fight, no victory and if no victory there is no crown.

Democracy will itself accomplish the salutary universal change from delusive to real, and make a new blessed world of us by and by.

Oh, give us the man who sings at his work.

The glory of a workman, still more of a master workman, that he does his work well, ought to be his most precious possession; like the honor of a soldier, dearer to him than life.