A Man's Perfection Is His Work.

Are We Not Spirits, That Are Shaped Into A Body, Into An Appearance; And That Fade Away Again Into Air And Invisibility? Oh, Heaven, It Is Mysterious, It Is Awful To Consider That We Not Only Carry A Future Ghost Within Us; But Are, In Very Deed, Ghosts! These Limbs, Whence Had We Them; This Stormy Force; This Life-blood With Its Burning Passion? They Are Dust And Shadow; A Shadow-system Gathered Round Our Me; Wherein, Through Some Moments Or Years, The Divine Essence Is To Be Revealed In The Flesh.

Heroism Is The Divine Relation Which, In All Times, Unites A Great Man To Other Men.

Great Men Are The Modelers, Patterns, And In A Wide Sense Creators, Of Whatsoever The General Mass Of Men Contrived To Do And Attain.

There Needs Not A Great Soul To Make A Hero; There Needs A God-created Soul Which Will Be True To Its Origin; That Will Be A Great Soul!

Of All Your Troubles, Great And Small, The Greatest Are The Ones That Don't Happen At All.