Fame Is An Accident; Merit

They Talk Of The Dignity Of Work. The Dignity Is In Leisure.

At Length I Fell Asleep, With The Volume In My Hand; And Never Slept So Sound Before

Is It Possible, After All, That Spite Of Bricks And Shaven Faces, This World We Live In Is Brimmed With Wonders, And I And All Mankind, Beneath Our Garbs Of Common-placeness, Conceal Enigmas That The Stars Themselves, And Perhaps The Highest Seraphim Can Not Resolve?

...the Silent Reminiscence Of Hardships Departed, Is Sweeter Than The Presence Of Delight.

The Great God Absolute! The Centre And Circumference Of All Democracy! His Omnipresence, Our Divine Equality!