And Modesty, Who, When She Goes, Is

Everything That Looks To The Future Elevates Human Nature.

Fame Often Rests At First Upon Something Accidental, And Often, Too, Is Swept Away, Or For A Time Removed; But Neither Genius Nor Glory, Is Conferred At Once, Nor Do They Glimmer And Fall, Like Drops In A Grotto, At A Shout.

Prose On Certain Occasions Can Bear A Great Deal Of Poetry; On The Other Hand, Poetry Sinks And Swoons Under A Moderate Weight Of Prose.

Great Men Too Often Have Greater Faults Than Little Men Can Find Room For.

O What A Thing Is Age! Death Without Death's Quiet.