All Work Is As Seed Sown; It

For Every One Hundred Men Who Can Stand Adversity There Is Only One Who Can Withstand Prosperity.

We Have Our Little Theory On All Human And Divine Things. Poetry, The Workings Of Genius Itself, Which, In All Times, With One Or Another Meaning, Has Been Called Inspiration, And Held To Be Mysterious And Inscrutable, Is No Longer Without Its Scientific Exposition. The Building Of The Lofty Rhyme Is Like Any Other Masonry Or Bricklaying: We Have Theories Of Its Rise, Height, Decline And Fall -- Which Latter, It Would Seem, Is Now Near, Among All People.

An Everlasting Lodestar, That Beams The Brighter In The Heavens The Darker Here On Earth Grows The Night.

Silence Is The Element In Which Great Things Fashion Themselves Together.

Faith Is Loyalty To Some Inspired Teacher, Some Spiritual Hero.