It is said to be the age of the first person singular.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
It seems to me that perfection of means and confusion of goals seems to characterize our age.
Eyes...They speak all languages.
Our life is March weather, savage and serene in one hour.
Sickness is poor-spirited, and cannot serve anyone; it must husband its resources to live. But health or fullness answers its own ends, and has to spare, runs over, and inundates the neighborhoods and creeks of other men's necessities.
The martyr cannot be dishonored. Every lash inflicted is a tongue of fame; every prison a more illustrious abode.