Do Not Be Too Timid And Squeamish

The Vulgar Call Good Fortune That Which Really Is Produced By The Calculations Of Genius.

The Aristocrat Is The Democrat Ripe, And Gone To Seed.

I Wish To Write Such Rhymes As Shall Not Suggest A Restraint, But Contrariwise The Wildest Freedom.

God Will Not Make Himself Manifest To Cowards

I Am Ashamed To See What A Shallow Village Tale Our So-called History Is. How Many Times Must We Say Rome, And Paris, And Constantinople! What Does Rome Know Of Rat And Lizard? What Are Olympiads And Consulates To These Neighboring Systems Of Being? Nay, What Food Or Experience Or Succor Have They For The Esquimaux Seal-hunter, Or The Kanaka In His Canoe, For The Fisherman, The Stevedore, The Porter?