Fame, We May Understand, Is

The Past Is All Holy To Us; The Dead Are All Holy; Even They That Were Wicked When Alive.

Thought Once Awakened Does Not Again Slumber; Unfolds Itself Into A System Of Thought; Grows, In Man After Man, Generation After Generation, - Till Its Full Stature Is Reached, And Such System Of Thought Can Grow No Farther, But Must Give Place To Another.

A Force As Of Madness In The Hands Of Reason Has Done All That Was Ever Done In The World.

A Strong Mind Always Hopes, And Has Always Cause To Hope.

Terror Itself, When Once Grown Transcendental, Becomes A Kind Of Courage; As Frost Sufficiently Intense, According To The Poet Milton, Will Burn.