Mankind Divides Itself Into Two Classes,--benefactors And

It Is The Quality Of The Moment, Not The Number Of Days, Or Events, Or Of Actors, That Imports.

What Is Addressed To Us For Contemplation Does Not Threaten Us, But Makes Us Intellectual Beings.

In The Actual World--the Painful Kingdom Of Time And Place--dwell Care, And Canker, And Fear. With Thought, With The Ideal, Is Immortal Hilarity, The Rose Of Joy.

Nature Suffers Nothing To Remain In Her Kingdom Which Cannot Help Itself.

The Adventitious Beauty Of Poetry May Be Felt In The Greater Delight With A Verse Given In A Happy Quotation Than In The Poem.