There Are Characters Which Are Continually Creating

But What We Call Our Despair Is Often Only The Painful Eagerness Of Unfed Hope.

All Things Except Reason And Order Are Possible With A Mob.

In The Multitude Of Middle-aged Men Who Go About Their Vocations In A Daily Course Determined For Them Much In The Same Way As The Tie Of Their Cravats, There Is Always A Good Number Who Once Meant To Shape Their Own Deeds And Alter The World A Little.

The Sons Of Judah Have To Choose That God May Again Choose Them. The Divine Principle Of Our Race Is Action, Choice, Resolved Memory.

It Is Always Fatal To Have Music Or Poetry Interrupted.