There will soon be no more priests... They may wait awhile, perhaps a generation or two, dropping off by degrees. A superior breed shall take their place. A new order shall arise and they shall be the priests of man, and every man shall be his own priest.
I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.
I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower.
Oh captain my captain
A man can be a hero in any profession
The eager and often inconsiderate appeals of reformers and revolutionists are indispensable to counterbalance the inertia and fossilism marking so large a part of human institutions.