The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.

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

In nothing is there more evolution than the American mind.

We convince by our presence.

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

I am not contain'd between my hat and boots.

A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity; but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman.