Song is the heroics of speech.

I want to meet my God awake.

Men worship the shows of great men; the most disbelieve that there is any reality of great men to worship.

Speech that leads not to action, still more that hinders it, is a nuisance on the earth.

The king is the man who can.

But the whim we have of happiness is somewhat thus. By certain valuations, and averages, of our own striking, we come upon some sort of average terrestrial lot; this we fancy belongs to us by nature, and of indefeasible rights. It is simple payment of our wages, of our deserts; requires neither thanks nor complaint. Foolish soul! What act of legislature was there that thou shouldst be happy? A little while ago thou hadst no right to be at all.

Over the times thou hast no power. . . . Solely over one man thou hast quite absolute power. Him redeem and make honest.