Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.

The time is ripe, and rotten-ripe, for change... [Truth's] mirror is turned forward, to reflect The promise of the future, not the past.

To have greatly dreamed precludes low ends.

For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.

Great truths are portions of the soul of man; Great souls are portions of eternity.

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

To put more faith in lies and hate than truth and love, is the true atheism.