The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, every inch of space is a miracle, every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, every cubic foot of the interior swarms with the same; every spear of grass-the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, and all that concerns them, all these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.

The eager and often inconsiderate appeals of reformers and revolutionists are indispensable to counterbalance the inertia and fossilism marking so large a part of human institutions.

And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other.

The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.