There is no work of genius which has not been the delight of mankind, no word of genius to which the human heart and soul have not sooner or later responded.

It is not without reason that fame is awarded only after death. The cloud-dust of notoriety which follows and envelops the men who drive with the wind bewilders contemporary judgment.

To educate the intelligence is to expand the horizon of its wants and desires.

Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts.

Most religion-mongers have bated their paradises with a bit of toasted cheese. They have tempted the body with large promises of possessions in their transmortal El Dorado. Sancho Panza will not quit his chimney-corner, but under promise of imaginary islands to govern.

Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.

To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.