Did you, too, O friend, suppose democracy was only for elections, for politics, and for a party name? I say democracy is only of use there that it may pass on and come to its flower and fruit in manners, in the highest forms of interaction between people, and their beliefs - in religion, literature, colleges and schools- democracy in all public and private life.

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.

I and this mystery, here we stand.

I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, All all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems. Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.

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

There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became.

People who serve you without love get even behind your back.