Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.

There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.

All actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes.

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.

And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.

Let us be content to work To do the things we can, and not presume To fret because it's little.

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.