“Is not this the broad earth still?”
“Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things can not be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.”
“In this broad earth of ours,Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,Enclosed and safe within its central heart,Nestles the seed perfection.”
“Man is broad, too broad, indeed. I'd have him narrower.”
“The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.”
“Yes, man is broad, too broad, indeed. I'd have him narrower”