Terror itself, when once grown transcendental, becomes a kind of courage; as frost sufficiently intense, according to the poet Milton, will burn.

I know so little about any history. How little do I know even about the history of myself.

All that mankind has done, thought or been: it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books.

In no time whatever can small critics entirely eradicate out of living men's hearts a certain altogether peculiar collar reverence for Great Men--genuine admiration, loyalty, adora-tion.

Eyes bright, with many tears, behind them.

He who would write heroic poems should make his whole life a heroic poem.

Reform is not pleasant, but grievous; no person can reform themselves without suffering and hard work, how much less a nation.