Heroism Is The Divine Relation Which, In

Alas! While The Body Stands So Broad And Brawny, Must The Soul Lie Blinded, Dwarfed, Stupefied, Almost Annihilated? Alas! This Was, Too, A Breath Of God, Bestowed In Heaven, But On Earth Never To Be Unfolded!

A Thinking Man Is The Worst Enemy The Prince Of Darkness Can Have; Every Time Such An One Announces Himself, I Doubt Not There Runs A Shudder Through The Nether Empire; And New Emissaries Are Trained With New Tactics, To, If Possible, Entrap And Hoodwink And Handcuff Him.

The Leafy Blossoming Present Time Springs From The Whole Past, Remembered And Unrememberable.

The Depth Of Our Despair Measures What Capability And Height Of Claim We Have To Hope.

We Have Not The Love Of Greatness, But The Love Of The Love Of Greatness.