Young Blood Must Have Its Course, Lad,

I Can Conceive Few Human States More Enviable Than That Of The Man To Whom, Panting In The Foul Laboratory, Or Watching For His Life Under The Tropic Forest, Isis Shall For A Moment Lift Her Sacred Veil, And Show Him, Once And For Ever, The Thing He Dreamed Not Of; Some Law, Or Even Mere Hint Of A Law, Explaining One Fact; But Explaining With It A Thousand More, Connecting Them All With Each Other And With The Mighty Whole, Till Order And Meaning Shoots Through Some Old Chaos Of Scattered Observations.

Do Today's Duty, Fight To-day's Temptation; And Do Not Weaken And Distract Yourself By Looking Forward To Things Which You Cannot See, And Could Not Understand If You Saw Them.

Those Clouds Are Angels' Robes.

Science Frees Us In Many Ways...from The Bodily Terror Which The Savage Feels. But She Replaces That, In The Minds Of Many, By A Moral Terror Which Is Far More Overwhelming.

A Fine Lady; By Which Term I Wish To Express The Result Of That Perfect Education In Taste And Manner, Down To Every Gesture, Which Heaven Forbid That I, Professing To Be A Poet, Should Undervalue. It Is Beautiful, And Therefore I Welcome It In The Name Of The Author Of All Beauty. I Value It So Highly That I Would Fain See It Extend Not Merely From Belgravia To The Tradesman's Villa, But Thence, As I Believe It One Day Will, To The Laborer's Hovel And The Needlewoman's Garret.