We surround ourselves with the true image of ourselves.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible.

We write from aspiration and antagonism, as well as from experience. We paint those qualities which we do not posses.

Where do we find ourselves? In a series of which we do not know the extremes, and believe that it has none. We wake and find ourselves on a stair; there are stairs below us, which we seem to have ascended; there are stairs above us, many a one, which go upward and out of sight.

Work and thou canst escape the reward; whether the work be fine or course, planting corn or writing epics, so only it be honest work, done to thine own approbation, it shall earn a reward to the senses as well as to the thought.

The real and lasting victories are those of peace, and not of war.

Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream.