Deaf rage that hears no leader.

Every man stamps his value on himself... man is made great or small by his own will.

You have to go the rounds from individual to individual in order to gather the totality of the race.

Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, - No night but hath its morn.

I feel that I am a man of destiny.

Deep meaning lies often in childish play.

Rarely do we arrive at the summit of truth without running into extremes; we have frequently to exhaust the part of error, and even of folly, before we work our way up to the noble goal of tranquil wisdom.