Is Not Every Meanest Day The Confluence

A Great Man Shows His Greatness By The Way He Treats Little Men.

Nature Is The Time-vesture Of God That Reveals Him To The Wise, And Hides Him From The Foolish.

Alas! While The Body Stands So Broad And Brawny, Must The Soul Lie Blinded, Dwarfed, Stupefied, Almost Annihilated? Alas! This Was, Too, A Breath Of God, Bestowed In Heaven, But On Earth Never To Be Unfolded!

No Man Is Born Without Ambitious Worldly Desires.

Today Is Not Yesterday: We Ourselves Change; How Can Our Works And Thoughts, If They Are Always To Be The Fittest, Continue Always The Same? Change, Indeed Is Painful; Yet Ever Needful; And If Memory Have Its Force And Worth, So Also Has Hope.