Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.

Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.

The graceful minuet-dance of fancy must give place to the toilsome, thorny pilgrimage of understanding. On the transition from the age of romance to that of science.

The Builder of this Universe was wise, He plann'd all souls, all systems, planets, particles: The Plan He shap'd all Worlds and Æons by, Was-Heavens!-was thy small Nine-and-thirty Articles!

At the bottom there is no perfect history; there is none such conceivable. All past centuries have rotted down, and gone confusedly dumb and quiet.

Poetry is the attempt which man makes to render his existence harmonious.

Eyes bright, with many tears, behind them.