We Are Such Lovers Of Self-reliance, That

In Private Places, Among Sordid Objects, An Act Of Truth Or Heroism Seems At Once To Draw To Itself The Sky As Its Temple, The Sun As Its Cradle. Nature Stretches Out Her Arms To Embrace Man, Only Let His Thoughts Be Of Equal Greatness.

Men Of Sense Esteem Wealth To Be The Assimilation Of Nature To Themselves, The Converting Of The Sap And Juices Of The Planet To The Incarnation And Nutriment Of Their Design.

Teach The Children! It Is Painting In Fresco.

The Most Active Lives Have So Much Routine As To Preclude Progress Almost Equally With The Most Inactive.

Great Men Are More Distinguished By Range And Extent Than By Originality.