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

Time is, after all, the greatest of poets; and the sons of Memory stand a better chance of being the heirs of Fame.

Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified.

Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, and cries reproachful: Was it then my praise, and not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.

That pernicious sentiment, "Our country, right or wrong."

Heaven is neither here nor there to me. Everywhere and nowhere. Just not in between, But I believe in Heaven.

Scepticism commonly takes up the room left by defect of imagination, and is the very quality of mind most likely to seek for sensual proof of supersensual things. If one came from the dead it could not believe; and yet it longs for such a witness, and will put up with a very dubious one.