It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.

Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy! If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer, there, Where my Julia's lips do smile; Ther…

Some asked how pearls did grow, and where? Then spoke I to my girl To part her lips, and showed them there The quarelets of pearl.

Every advantage in the past is judged in the light of the final issue.

Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die Outstretch'd in the sun's warmth upon the shore, Thou say'st: 'Man's measur'd path is all gone o'er: Up all his ye…

What I do not like about our definitions of genius is that there is in them nothing of the day of judgment, nothing of resounding through eternity and nothing …