Let Us Leave Hurry To Slaves.

A Philosopher Must Be More Than A Philosopher.

So . . . I Feel In Regard To This Aged England . . . Pressed Upon By Transitions Of Trade And . . . Competing Populations,-i See Her Not Dispirited, Not Weak, But Well Remembering That She Has Seen Dark Days Before;-indeed, With A Kind Of Instinct That She Sees A Little Better In A Cloudy Day, And That, In Storm Of Battle And Calamity, She Has A Secret Vigor And A Pulse Like A Cannon.

There Is No King Or Sovereign State That Can Fix A Hero's Rate; Each To All Is Venerable.

There Is No Beautifier Of Complexion, Or Form, Or Behavior, Like The Wish To Scatter Joy And Not Pain Around Us.

The Essence Of Friendship Is Entireness, A Total Magnanimity And Trust.