Talent may frolic and juggle; genius realizes and adds.
No man gains credit for his cowardly courtesies.
War disorganizes, but it is to reorganize.
These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world.
Add energy, inspire hope, and blow the coals into a useful flame.
Show me a man who has acted, and who has not been the victim and slave of his action. What they have done commits and enforces them to do the same again. The first act, which was to be an experiment, becomes a sacrament.