Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide.

The story of any one man's real experience finds its startling parallel in that of every one of us.

It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.

It is mediocrity which makes laws and sets mantraps and spring-guns in the realm of free song, saying thus far shalt thou go and no further.

Things always seem fairer when we look back at them, and it is out of that inaccessible tower of the past that Longing leans and beckons.

They talk about their Pilgrim blood, their birthright high and holy! a mountain-stream that ends in mud thinks is melancholy.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.