Over all the sky - the sky! Far, far out of reach, studded with eternal stars.

Silence? What can New York-noisy, roaring, rumbling, tumbling, bustling, story, turbulent New York-have to do with silence? Amid the universal clatter, the incessant din of business, the all swallowing vortex of the great money whirlpool-who has any, even distant, idea of the profound repose......of silence?

The most affluent man is he that confronts all the shows he sees by equivalents out of the stronger wealth of himself.

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell

What has miserable, inefficient Mexico...to do with the great mission of peopling the New World with a noble race?

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim - the rocks - the motion of the waves - the ships, with men in them, what stranger miracles are there?