Such Power There Is In Clear-eyed Self-restraint.

Fate Loves Best Such Syllables As Are Sweet And Sonorous On The Tongue.

[b]ut In Literature, It Should Be Remembered, A Thing Always Becomes His At Last Who Says It Best, And Thus Makes It His Own.

But Better Far It Is To Speak One Simple Word, Which Now And Then Shall Waken Their Free Nature In The Weak And Friendless Sons Of Men.

All That Hath Been Majestical In Life Or Death, Since Time Began, Is Native In The Simple Heart Of All, The Angel Heat Of Man.

Great Truths Are Portions Of The Soul Of Man; Great Souls Are Portions Of Eternity.