The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.

And what they dare to dream of, date to do.

The one thing finished in this hasty world.

Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?

Among the lessons taught by the French revolution, there is none sadder or more striking than this--that you may make everything else out of the passions of men except a political system that will work, and that there is nothing so pitilessly and unconsciously cruel as sincerity formulated into dogma.

What men call luck Is the prerogative of valiant souls, The fealty life pays its rightful kings.

There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.