Time Is A Great Ocean Which, Like

Exquisite Beauty Resides Rather In The Female Form Than Face, Where It Is Also More Lasting.

Ah! Let Us Love, My Love, For Time Is Heartless, Be Happy While You May!

Man, Man, Is Thy Brother, And Thy Father Is God.

Hence Life, As Through A Cloud, For Me I See Vanish, And To The Past's Dark Shade 'tis Chas'd; As A Grand Image Love Remains To Me-- Sole Remnant Of A Dream, By Morn Effac'd.

The Greatness Of A Popular Character Is Less According To The Ratio Of His Genius Than The Sympathy He Shows With The Prejudices And Even The Absurdities Of His Time. Fanatics Do Not Select The Cleverest But The Most Fanatical Leaders As Was Evidenced In The Choice Of Robespierre By The French Jacobins, And In That Of Cromwell By The English Puritans.