The path of nature is, indeed, a narrow one, and it is only the immortals that seek it, and, when they find it, do not find themselves cramped therein.

My soul is not a palace of the past.

I don't believe in princerple, But oh I du in interest.

The very gnarliest and hardest of hearts has some musical strings in it; but they are tuned differently in every one of us.

Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.

And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.

The time is ripe, and rotten-ripe, for change; Then let it come: I have no dread of what Is called for by the instinct of mankind. Nor think I that God's world would fall apart Because we tear a parchment more or less. Truth is eternal, but her effluence, With endless change, is fitted to the hour; Her mirror is turned forward, to reflect The promise of the future, not the past. I do not fear to follow out the truth.