The true historical genius, to our thinking, is that which can see the nobler meaning of events that are near him, as the true poet is he who detects the divine in the casual; and we somewhat suspect the depth of his insight into the past who cannot recognize the godlike of to-day under that disguise in which it always visits us.

Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.

Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts.

Most men make the voyage of life as if they carried sealed orders which they were not to open till they were fairly in mid-ocean.

There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.

Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.

Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime.