The poet takes us straight into the presence of things. Not by…

until this process has been accomplished is not the “meaning” a mere promise or unrealized potency?

How can the Universe tell its own story save by making use of human speech; how convey its meanings to finite minds save by employing a thinker to declare them?

Faith is nothing else than reason grown courageous — reason raised to its highest power, expanded to its widest vision.

The spirit of fellowship, with its attendant cheerfulness, is in the air. It is comparatively easy to love one's neighbor when we realize that he and we are common servants and common sufferers in the same cause. A deep breath of that …

Better that the nation grow poor for a cause we can honor, than grow rich for an end that is unknown.

Are there not many Arts which, though speechless, express their meanings with perfect adequacy, with satisfaction to the recipient, and serve at the same time as a medium of communication between soul and soul?