Ambition's Cradle Oftenest Is Its Grave

The Counterfeit And Counterpart Of Nature Is Reproduced In Art.

All That Is Best In The Great Poets Of All Countries Is Not What Is National In Them, But What Is Universal.

A Feeling Of Sadness And Longing, That Is Not Akin To Pain, And Resembles Sorrow Only As The Mist Resembles The Rain.

In The Life Of Every Man There Are Sudden Transitions Of Feeling, Which Seem Almost Miraculous. At Once, As If Some Magician Had Touched The Heavens And The Earth, The Dark Clouds Melt Into The Air, The Wind Falls, And Serenity Succeeds The Storm. The Causes Which Produce These Changes May Have Been Long At Work Within Us, But The Changes Themselves Are Instantaneous, And Apparently Without Sufficient Cause.

To Be Strong Is To Be Happy!