Let the words be gazetted and ridiculous henceforward.

The Oversoul is before Time, and Time, Father of all else, is one of his children.

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.

Art and power will go on as they have done,--will make day out of night, time out of space, and space out of time.

For the resolute and determined, there is time and opportunity.

Flowers are the earth laughing.