Do Anything Rather Than Give Yourself To

A Clear Thought, A Pure Affection, A Resolute Act Of A Virtuous Will, Have A Dignity Of Quite Another Kind, And Far Higher Than Accumulations Of Brick And Granite And Plaster And Stucco, However Cunningly Put Together.

My Highway Is Unfeatured Air, My Consorts Are The Sleepless Stars, And Men My Giant Arms Upbear My Arms Unstained And Free From Scars.

Life Is A Fragment, A Moment Between Two Eternities.

The Cry Has Been That When War Is Declared, All Opposition Should Therefore Be Hushed. A Sentiment More Unworthy Of A Free Country Could Hardly Be Propagated. If The Doctrine Be Admitted, Rulers Have Only To Declare War And They Are Screened At Once From Scrutiny. . . . In War, Then, As In Peace, Assert The Freedom Of Speech And Of The Press. Cling To This As The Bulwark Of All Our Rights And Privileges.

Great Effort From Great Motives Is The Best Definition Of A Happy Life