Talent for talent's sake is a bauble and a show. Talent working with joy in the cause of universal truth lifts the possessor to new power as a benefactor.

Flowers are the earth laughing.

A poem, a sentence, causes us to see ourselves. I be, and I see my being, at the same time.

Though I am weak, yet God, when prayed, Cannot withhold his conquering aid.

We are taught by great actions that the universe is the property of every individual in it.

Self-command is the main elegance.

The path of things is silent. Will they suffer a speaker to go with them?