God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.

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

A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.

The essence of all beauty, I call love.

There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!

Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.

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