The panting breathless haste and vehemence of a man struggling in the thick of battle for life and salvation; this is the mood he is in! - Thomas Carlyle

Not all his men may sever this,
It yields to friends', not monarchs', calls;
My whinstone house my castle is— I have my own four walls.

The man whom Nature has appointed to do great things is, first of all, furnished with that openness to Nature which renders him incapable of being insincere! To his large, open, deep-feeling heart Nature is a Fact: all hearsay is hearsay; the unspeakable greatness of this Mystery of Life, let him acknowledge it or not, nay even though he seem to forget it or deny it, is ever present to him,—fearful and wonderful, on this hand and on that.

No lie you can speak or act but it will come, after longer or shorter circulation, like a Bill drawn on Nature's Reality, and be presented there for payment, — with the answer, No effects.