The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.

They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink F…

I first drew in New England's air, and from her hardy breast Sucked in the tyrant-hating milk that will not let me rest.

No man is born into the world whose work Is not born with him. There is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny ha…

Don't laugh at a youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation. And I too am m…

The great law of culture is: Let each become all that he was created capable of being.