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

We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state; Good patriots, who, for a theory, risked a cause; Good kings, who disemboweled for a tax; Good Popes, who brought all good to jeopardy; Good Christians, who sat still in easy-chairs; And damned the general world for standing up. Now, may the good God pardon all good men!

What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed - and not for pay? Absurd - or insincere?

Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.

And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.

I work with patience, which is almost power.

But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.