O Pusillanimous Heart, Be Comforted And, Like

Life, Struck Sharp On Death, Makes Awful Lightning.

All Actual Heroes Are Essential Men, And All Men Possible Heroes.

God Himself Is The Best Poet, And The Real Is His Song.

What Monster Have We Here? A Great Deed At This Hour Of Day? A Great Just Deed - And Not For Pay? Absurd - Or Insincere?

We Overstate The Ills Of Life, And Take Imagination... Down Our Earth To Rake.