Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.

What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.

They who have put out the people's eyes reproach them of their blindness.

Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.