Because the soul is progressive, it never quite repeats itself, but in every act attempts the production of a new and fairer whole.

Circumstance does not make the man. Circumstance reveals man to himself.

There is a tendency in things to right themselves, and the war or revolution or bankruptcy that shatters rotten system, allows things to take a new and natural order.

Science surpasses the old miracles of mythology.

But genius looks forward: the eyes of men are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead: man hopes: genius creates.

The South-wind brings Life, sunshine and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire; But over the dead he has no power, The lost, the lost, he cannot restore; And, looking over the hills, I mourn The darling who shall not return.

We expect a great man to be a good reader.