We Seldom See Anybody Who Is Not

The Element Running Through Entire Nature, Which We Popularly Call Fate, Is Known To Us As Limitation. Whatever Limits Us, We Callfate.

A Philosopher Must Be More Than A Philosopher.

Great Country, Diminutive Minds. America Is Formless, Has No Terrible And No Beautiful Condensation.

Doubt Not, O Poet, But Persist. Say 'it Is In Me, And Shall Out.' Stand There, Balked And Dumb, Stuttering And Stammering, Hissed And Hooted, Stand And Strive, Until At Last Rage Draw Out Of Thee That Dream-power Which Every Night Shows Thee Is Thine Own; A Power Transcending All Limit And Privacy, And By Virtue Of Which A Man Is The Conductor Of The Whole River Of Electricity.

I Hate The Giving Of The Hand Unless The Whole Man Accompanies It.