Though old the thought and oft exprest, Tis his at last who says it best.

The one thing finished in this hasty world.

No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself, who would not exchange the finest show for the poorest reality, who does not so love his work that he is not only glad to give himself for it, but finds rather a gain than a sacrifice in the surrender.

Men! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave?

Many-sidedness of culture makes our vision clearer and keener in particulars.

Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!

If the devil take a less hateful shape to us than to our fathers, he is as busy with us as with them.