It Must Require An Inordinate Share Of

From Every Englishman Emanates A Kind Of Gas, The Deadly Choke-damp Of Boredom.

The Foolish Race Of Mankind Are Swarming Below In The Night; They Shriek And Rage And Quarrel - And All Of Them Are Right.

Great Genius Takes Shape By Contact With Another Great Genius, But Less By Assimilation Than By Friction.

As The Stars Are The Glory Of The Sky, So Great Men Are The Glory Of Their Country, Yea, Of The Whole Earth. The Hearts Of Great Men Are The Stars Of Earth; And Doubtless When One Looks Down From Above Upon Our Planet, These Hearts Are Seen To Send Forth, A Silvery Light Just Like The Stars Of Heaven.

Nature, Like A True Poet, Abhors Abrupt Transitions.