Is Not, Indeed, Every Man A Student,

Fate, Then, Is A Name For Facts Not Yet Passed Under The Fire Of Thought; For Causes Which Are Unpenetrated.

There Is An Optical Illusion About Every Person We Meet.

The Great Man Is Not Convulsible Or Tormentable; Events Pass Over Him Without Much Impression.

All Violence, All That Is Dreary And Repels, Is Not Power, But The Absence Of Power.

Expediency Of Literature, Reason Of Literature, Lawfulness Of Writing Down A Thought, Is Questioned; Much Is To Say On Both Sides,and, While The Fight Waxes Hot, Thou, Dearest Scholar, Stick To Thy Foolish Task, Add A Line Every Hour, And Between Whiles Add A Line.