The Conscious Utterance Of Thought,

The Soul Refuses Limits And Always Affirms An Optimism, Never A Pessimism.

She Shows Us Only Surfaces, But She Is Million-fathoms Deep.

There Is A Blessed Necessity By Which The Interest Of Men Is Always Driving Them To The Right; And, Again, Making All Crime Mean And Ugly.

When Its Errands Are Noble And Adequate, A Steamboat Bridging The Atlantic Between Old And New England, And Arriving At Its Ports With The Punctuality Of A Planet, Is A Step Of Man Into Harmony With Nature.

You Cannot Make A Cheap Palace.