It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.
William Dean HowellsIf we like a man's dream, we call him a reformer; if we don't like his dream, we call him a crank.
William Dean HowellsThe swelling and towering omnibuses, the huge trucks and wagons and carriages, the impetuous hansoms and the more sobered four-wheelers, the pony-carts, donkey-carts, hand-carts, and bicycles which fearlessly find their way amidst the turmoil, with foot-passengers winding in and out, and covering the sidewalks with their multitude, give the effect of a single monstrous organism, which writhes swiftly along the channel where it had run in the figure of a flood till you were tired of that metaphor. You are now a molecule of that vast organism.
William Dean Howells