The Best Servant Does His Work Unseen.

Nothing Is So Common-place As To Wish To Be Remarkable.

Some People Are So Heavenly Minded That They Are No Earthly Good.

Every Event That A Man Would Master Must Be Mounted On The Run, And No Man Ever Caught The Reins Of A Thought Except As It Galloped Past Him.

Build Thee More Stately Mansions, O My Soul, As The Swift Seasons Roll! Leave Thy Low-vaulted Past! Let Each New Temple, Nobler Than The Last, Shut Thee From Heaven With A Dome More Vast, Till Thou At Length Art Free, Leaving Thine Outgrown Shell By Life's Unresting Sea!

We Call Those Poets Who Are First To Mark, Through Earth's Dull Mist The Coming Of The Dawn, Who See In Twilight's Gloom The First Pale Spark, While Others Only Note That Day Is Gone.