I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game. It will take our people out-of-doors, fill them with oxygen, give them a larger physical stoicism. Tend to relieve us from being a nervous, dyspeptic set. Repair these losses, and be a blessing to us.
Over all the sky - the sky! Far, far out of reach, studded with eternal stars.
Simplicity is the glory of expression.
Shut not your doors to me proud libraries.
And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.
O the joy of my spirit - it is uncaged - it darts like lightning!