Only The Dreamer Shall Understand Realities, Though

Art Can Only Be Truly Art By Presenting An Adequate Outward Symbol Of Some Fact In The Interior Life.

We Need To Hear The Excuses Men Make To Themselves For Their Worthlessness.

But The Golden-rod Is One Of The Fairy, Magical Flowers; It Grows Not Up To Seek Human Love Amid The Light Of Day, But To Mark To The Discerning What Wealth Lies Hid In The Secret Caves Of Earth.

Truth Is The First Of Jewels.

We Doubt Not The Destiny Of Our Country That She Is To Accomplish Great Things For Human Nature, And Be The Mother Of A Nobler Race Than The World Has Yet Known. But She Has Been So False To The Scheme Made Out At Her Nativity, That It Is Now Hard To Say Which Way That Destiny Points.