Wouldst Thou Wisely, And With Pleasure, Pass

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.

The Greeks Put Us To Shame Not Only By Their Simplicity, Which Is Foreign To Our Age; They Are At The Same Time Our Rivals, Nay, Frequently Our Models, In Those Very Points Of Superiority From Which We Seek Comfort When Regretting The Unnatural Character Of Our Manners. We See That Remarkable People Uniting At Once Fullness Of Form And Fullness Of Substance, Both Philosophising And Creating, Both Tender And Energetic, Uniting A Youthful Fancy To The Virility Of Reason In A Glorious Humanity.

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.

Many A Smiling Face Hides A Mourning Heart; But Grief Alone Teaches Us What We Are.

He Cannot Complain Of A Hard Sentence, Who Is Made Master Of His Own Fate.