Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.

A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls.

Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things.

Re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem.

The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.