The Age Of Miracles Is

The Three Great Elements Of Modern Civilization, Gun Powder, Printing, And The Protestant Religion.

And Man's Little Life Has Duties That Are Great, That Are Alone Great, And Go Up To Heaven And Down To Hell.

The Highest Ensign That Men Ever Met And Embraced Under, The Cross Itself, Had No Meaning Save An Accidental Extrinsic One.

There Is No Heroic Poem In The World But Is At Bottom A Biography, The Life Of A Man.

In Our Wide World There Is But One Altogether Fatal Personage, The Dunce,--he That Speaks Irrationally, That Sees Not, And Yet Thinks He Sees.