Touch that weird rock over there, I dare you! —No way!

The crisis of our time, he writes, is one of which the entire cause lies in the hearts of men, and only poetry can cure this failure of desire because only poetry, exploring the spirit of man, is capable of creating in a breathful of words the common good men have become incapable of imagining for themselves.

[…] of those Books that passe for authentick who knows what hath bin tamper’d withall, what hath bin raz’d out, what hath bin inserted […]

Especially in our condition of mixed life in this, our beloved country, you can act and react upon the neighbor by the personal influence of your moral conduct, builded on faith; and no pen can forewrite the incalculable benefit you may confer upon the civic, intellectual, domestic and religious experience of your day.