Worship is transcendent wonder.

The times are very bad. Very well, you are there to make them better.

A word spoken in season, at the right moment; is the mother of ages.

To the mean eye all things are trivial, as certainly as to the jaundiced they are yellow.

What a wretched thing is all fame! A renown of the highest sort endures, say, for two thousand years. And then? Why, then, a fathomless eternity swallows it. Work for eternity; not the meagre rhetorical eternity of the periodical critics, but for the real eternity wherein dwelleth the Divine.

All sorts of Heroes are intrinsically of the same material; that given a great soul, open to the Divine Significance of Life, then there is given a man fit to speak of this, to sing of this, to fight and work for this, in a great, victorious, enduring manner; there is given a Hero, -- the outward shape of whom will depend on the time and the environment he finds himself in.

The world is a republic of mediocrities, and always was.