Self Reliance, The Height And Perfection Of

The Soul Circumscribes All Things.

A Man Makes Inferiors His Superiors By Heat; Self-control Is The Rule.

Nature Is Too Thin A Screen; The Glory Of The Omnipresent God Bursts Through Everywhere

I Am At A Loss To Understand Why People Hold Miss Austen's Novels At So High A Rate, Which Seem To Me Vulgar In Tone, Sterile In Artistic Invention, Imprisoned In Their Wretched Conventions Of English Society, Without Genius, Wit, Or Knowledge Of The World. Never Was Life So Pinched And Narrow. ... All That Interests In Any Character [is This]: Has He (or She) The Money To Marry With? ... Suicide Is More Respectable.

The People Know That They Need In Their Representative Much More Than Talent, Namely, The Power To Make His Talent Trusted.