It is a beautiful truth that all men contain something of the artist in them. And perhaps it is the case that the greatest artists live and die, the world and themselves alike ignorant what they possess.

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.

But the people are ungrammatical, untidy, and their sins gaunt and ill-bred.

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!

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

Our leading men are not of much account and never have been, but the average of the people is immense, beyond all history. Sometimes I think in all departments, literature and art included, that will be the way our superiority will exhibit itself. We will not have great individuals or great leaders, but a great average bulk, unprecedentedly great.