No Matter How Often Defeated, You Are

Converse With A Mind That Is Grandly Simple, And Literature Looks Like Word-catching. The Simplest Utterances Are Worthiest To Bewritten, Yet Are They So Cheap, And So Things Of Course, That, In The Infinite Riches Of The Soul, It Is Like Gathering A Few Pebbles Off The Ground, Or Bottling A Little Air In A Phial, When The Whole Earth And The Whole Atmosphere Are Ours.

A Friend May Well Be Reckoned The Masterpiece Of Nature.

But Genius Is Religious. It Is A Larger Imbibing Of The Common Heart.

Strong Men Greet War, Tempest, Hard Times. They Wish, As Pindar Said, To Tread The Floors Of Hell, With Necessities As Hard As Iron.

Self Sacrifice Is The Real Miracle Out Of Which All The Reported Miracles Grow.