At Sea A Fellow Comes Out. Salt

We Are Off! The Courses And Topsails Are Set: The Coral-hung Anchor Swings From The Bow: And Together, The Three Royals Are Given To The Breeze, That Follows Us Out To Sea Like The Baying Of A Hound.

There Is Something Wrong About The Man Who Wants Help. There Is Somewhere A Deep Defect, A Want, In Brief, A Need, A Crying Need, Somewhere About That Man.

We Cannot Live Only For Ourselves. A Thousand Fibers Connect Us With Our Fellow Men.

There Are Hardly Five Critics In America; And Several Of Them Are Asleep.

The Great God Absolute! The Centre And Circumference Of All Democracy! His Omnipresence, Our Divine Equality!