Man errs not that he deems His welfare his true aim, He errs because he dreams The world does but exist that welfare to bestow.

Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.

Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

Most men in a brazen prison live, Where, in the sun's hot eye, With heads bent o'er their toil, they languidly Their lives to some unmeaning taskwork give, Dreaming of nought beyond their prison-wall.

Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.

For the creation of a master-work of literature two powers must concur, the power of the man and the power of the moment.

All the biblical miracles will at last disappear with the progress of science.

Resolve to be thyself; and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.

They ... who await No gifts from Chance, have conquered Fate.