He had given himself up to his art, not merely from a love of it and talent for it, but with a kind of heroic devotion, because he thought his country wanted a race of builders to clothe the new forms of religious, social, and national life afresh from the forest, the quarry, and the mine.

Some thought he would succeed, others that he would be a brilliant failure.
"Grand notions,--grand notions," the master with whom he studied said.
"Large ground plan of life,--splendid elevation.

A little wild in some of his fancies, perhaps, but he's only a boy, and he's the kind of boy that sometimes grows to be a pretty big man.

Wait and see,--wait and see.

He works days, and we can let him dream nights.