All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.
He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
I tramp a perpetual journey.
Agonies are one of my changes of garments.
I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
I say that democracy can never prove itself beyond cavil, until it founds and luxuriantly grows its own forms of art, poems, schools, theology, displacing all that exists, or that has been produced anywhere in the past, under opposite influences.