Viewed freely, the English language is the accretion and growth of every dialect, race, and range of time, and is both the free and compacted composition of all.

Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

O to be self-balanced for contingencies, to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.

Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.

To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.

Strange, (is it not?) that battles, martyrs, blood, even assassination should so condense - perhaps only really lastingly condense - a Nationality.