The Three Great Ends Which A Statesman

Common Sense In An Uncommon Degree Is What The World Calls Wisdom.

I Have Often Been Surprised That Mathematics, The Quintessence Of Truth, Should Have Found Admirers So Few And So Languid. Frequent Consideration And Minute Scrutiny Have At Length Unravelled The Cause: Viz . That Though Reason Is Feasted, Imagination Is Starved; Whilst Reason Is Luxuriating In Its Proper Paradise, Imagination Is Wearily Travelling On A Dreary Desert.

The Sun's Rim Dips; The Stars Rush Out: At One Stride Comes The Dark; With Far-heard Whisper O'er The Sea, Off Shot The Spectre-bark.

Alone, Alone, All, All Alone, Alone On A Wide Wide Sea! And Never Saint Took Pity On My Soul In Agony

There Is Small Chance Of Truth At The Goal, Where There Is Not Childlike Humility At The Starting-post.