I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.

We arrange our lives-even the best and boldest men and women that exist, just as much as the most limited-with reference to what society conventionally rules and makes right.

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

What is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to my goodwill, Scattering if freely forever.

There will never be any more perfection than there is now.

The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?