Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.

Something there is more immortal even than the stars.

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

To speak in literature with the perfect rectitude and insouciance of the movements of animals and the unimpeachable of the sentiment of trees in the woods and grass by the roadside is the flawless triumph of art.

Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

That's beautiful: the hurrah game! well — it's our game: that's the chief fact in connection with it: America's game: has the snap, go fling, of the American atmosphere — belongs as much to our institutions, fits into them as significantly, as our constitutions, laws: is just as important in the sum total of our historic life.