Our Capacities, Our Instincts For

I Fear I Have Not One Good Word To Say This Fair Morning, Though The Sun Shines So Encouragingly On The Distant Hills And Gentle River And The Trees Are In Their Festive Hues. I Am Not Festive, Though Contented. When Obliged To Give Myself To The Prose Of Life, As I Am On This Occasion Of Being Established In A New Home I Like To Do The Thing, Wholly And Quite, - To Weave My Web For The Day Solely From The Grey Yarn.

We Doubt Not The Destiny Of Our Country That She Is To Accomplish Great Things For Human Nature, And Be The Mother Of A Nobler Race Than The World Has Yet Known. But She Has Been So False To The Scheme Made Out At Her Nativity, That It Is Now Hard To Say Which Way That Destiny Points.

Harmony Exists No Less In Difference Than In Likeness, If Only The Same Key-note Govern Both Parts.

Men For The Sake Of Getting A Living Forget To Live.

It Does Not Follow Because Many Books Are Written By Persons Born In America That There Exists An American Literature. Books Which Imitate Or Represent The Thoughts And Life Of Europe Do Not Constitute An American Literature. Before Such Can Exist, An Original Idea Must Animate This Nation And Fresh Currents Of Life Must Call Into Life Fresh Thoughts Along The Shore.