The great poems, Shakespeare's included, are poisonous to the idea of the pride and dignity of the common man, the life-blood of democracy |
The Past - the dark unfathomed retrospect! The teeming gulf -the sleepers and the shadows! The past! the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past? |
The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing |
The real war will never get in the books |
The revolver rules, the revolver is triumphant. |
The shallow consider liberty a release from all law, from every constraint. The wise man sees in it, on the contrary, the potent Law of Laws. |
The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem |
The universe is duly in order, everything in its place |
The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual |
The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything. |
Their manners, speech, dress, friendships, -- the freshness and candor of their physiognomy -- the picturesque looseness of their carriage -- their deathless attachment to freedom -- their aversion to anything indecorous or soft or mean -- the practical acknowledgment of the citizens of one state by the citizens of all other states -- the fierceness of their roused resentment -- their curiosity and welcome of novelty -- their self-esteem and wonderful sympathy -- their susceptibility to a slight -- the air they have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors -- the fluency of their speech -- their delight in music, a sure symptom of manly tenderness and native elegance of soul -- their good temper and open-handedness -- the terrible significance of their elections, the President's taking off his hat to them, not they to him -- these too are unrhymed poetry. It awaits the gigantic and generous treatment worthy of it. |
There can be no theory of any account unless it corroborate with the theory of the earth |
There is an indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius. |
There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe. |
There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance. |