Nature is what you may do. There is much you may not do.

Every man's task [his 'great dream' and impassioned life-goal] is his life preserver.

There is more in every person's soul than we think.

And truly it demands something godlike in him who cast off the common motives of humanity and ventured to trust himself for a taskmaster.

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite.

Yourself a newborn bard of the Holy Ghost, cast behind you all conformity, and acquaint men at first hand with Deity.

To believe in luck, if it were not a solecism so to use the word believe, is skepticism.