Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster children into strength and athletic proportion.

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully.

Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.

The press, important as is its office, is but the servant of the human intellect, and its ministry is for good or for evil, according to the character of those who direct it. The press is a mill which grinds all that is put into its hopper. Fill the hopper with poisoned grain, and it will grind it to meal, but there is death in the bread.