A Thought Once Awakened Does

Oh, Give Us The Man Who Sings At His Work.

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

Nothing Ever Happens But Once In All This World. What I Do Now I Do Once For All. It Is Over And Gone, With All Its Eternity Of Solemn Meaning.

So Much Of Truth, Only Under An Ancient Obsolete Vesture, But The Spirit Of It Still True, Do I Find In The Paganism Of Old Nations. Nature Is Still Divine, The Revelation Of The Workings Of God; The Hero Is Still Worshipable: This, Under Poor Cramped Incipient Forms, Is What All Pagan Religions Have Struggled, As They Could, To Set Forth.

A Man Must Indeed Be A Hero To Appear Such In The Eyes Of His Valet.