However smothered under former negligence, or scattered through the dull, dark mass of common thoughts - let thy genius rise as the sun from chaos.
A dedication is a wooden leg.
Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
The spirit walks of every day deceased.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
The person of wisdom is the person of years.