A Thought Once Awakened Does Not Again

Nature Alone Is Antique, And The Oldest Art A Mushroom.

Laughter Is The Cipher Key Wherewith We Decipher The Whole Man

Force, Force, Everywhere Force; We Ourselves A Mysterious Force In The Centre Of That. "there Is Not A Leaf Rotting On The Highway But Has Force In It: How Else Could It Rot?" [as Used In His Time, By The Word Force, Carlyle Means Energy.]

Hero-worship Exists, Has Existed, And Will Forever Exist, Universally, Among Mankind.

The Stifled Hum Of Midnight, When Traffic Has Lain Down To Rest, And The Chariot Wheels Of Vanity, Still Rolling Here And There Through Distant Streets, Are Bearing Her To Halls Roofed In And Lighted To The Due Pitch For Her; And Only Vice And Misery, To Prowl Or To Moan Like Night Birds, Are Abroad.