Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, ''Where is it?''

Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.

We have to administer the law whether we like it or no.

Oh worse than everything, is kindness counterfeiting absent love.

Force yourself to reflect on what you read, paragraph by paragraph.

As it must not, so genius cannot be lawless; for it is even that constitutes its genius - the power of acting creatively under laws of its own origination.

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. For what is enthusiasm but the oblivion and swallowing-up of self in an object dearer than self?