The World Must Be Peopled!

...vaulted With Such Ease Into His Seat, As If An Angel Dropp'd Down From The Clouds, To Turn And Wind A Fiery Pegasus, And Witch The World With Noble Horsemanship.

Now Let It Work. Mischief, Thou Art Afoot. Take Thou What Course Thou Wilt.

Seems," Madam? Nay, It Is; I Know Not "seems." 'tis Not Alone My Inky Cloak, Good Mother, Nor Customary Suits Of Solemn Black, Nor Windy Suspiration Of Forced Breath, No, Nor The Fruitful River In The Eye, Nor The Dejected 'havior Of The Visage, Together With All Forms, Moods, Shapes Of Grief, That Can Denote Me Truly: These Indeed Seem, For They Are Actions That A Man Might Play: But I Have That Within Which Passeth Show; These But The Trappings And The Suits Of Woe.

Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them.

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.