What unknown seas of feeling lie in man, and will from time to time break through!
Man is, properly speaking, based upon hope, he has no other possession but hope; this world of his is emphatically the place of hope.
Nature, after all, is still the grand agent in making poets.
A word spoken in season, at the right moment; is the mother of ages.
Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of thorns.
Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness on the confines of two everlasting empires, - Necessity and Free Will.