As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.
Taste is the next gift to genius.
Folks never understand the folks they hate.
Talent is that which is in a man's power; genius is that in whose power a man is.
Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.
That pernicious sentiment, "Our country, right or wrong."