We Learn To Treasure What Is Above

We Often Feel That We Lack Something, And Seem To See That Very Quality In Someone Else, Promptly Attributing All Our Own Qualities To Him Too, And A Kind Of Ideal Contentment As Well. And So The Happy Mortal Is A Model Of Complete Perfection--which We Have Ourselves Created.

There Is But One Poetry,--true Poetry.

Whether One Show One's Self A Man Of Genius In Science Or Compose A Song, The Only Point Is, Whether The Thought, The Discovery, The Deed, Is Living And Can Live On.

Lose The Day Loitering, 'twill Be The Same Story To-morrow, And The Next More Dilatory, For Indecision Brings Its Own Delays, And Days Are Lost Lamenting O'er Lost Days. Are You In Earnest? Seize This Very Minute! What You Can Do, Or Think You Can, Begin It! Only Engage, And Then The Mind Grows Heated; Begin It, And The Work Will Be Completed.

Time Does Not Relinquish Its Rights, Either Over Human Beings Or Over Mountains.