The Whole Past Is The Procession Of

The Mystical Bond Of Brotherhood Makes All Men Brothers.

Every Poet, Be His Outward Lot What It May, Finds Himself Born In The Midst Of Prose; H E Has To Struggle From The Littleness And Obstruction Of An Actual World Into The Freedom And Infinitude Of An Ideal.

Doubt, Of Whatever Kind, Can Be Ended By Action Alone.

He Who Could Foresee Affairs Three Days In Advance Would Be Rich For Thousands Of Years.

It Is In General More Profitable To Reckon Up Our Defeats Than To Boast Of Our Attainments.