Virtue Has Her Heroes Too As Well

Think With Awe On The Slow And Quiet Power Of Time.

No, No! I Do Nature Injustice. She Gave Us Inventive Faculty, And Set Us Naked, And Helpless On The Shore Of This Great Ocean,--the World; Swim Those Who Can, The Heavy May Go To The Bottom.

The Lemonade Is Weak, Like Your Soul.

I Know That We Often Tremble At An Empty Terror; Yet The False Fancy Brings A Real Misery.

Utility Is The Great Idol Of The Age, To Which All Powers Must Do Service And All Talents Swear Allegiance. In This Great Balance Of Utility, The Spiritual Service Of Art Has No Weight, And, Deprived Of All Encouragement, It Vanishes From The Noisy Vanity Fair Of Our Time.