Nothing is more common than the wish to be remarkable - Oliver Wendell Holmes

Love is the master-key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear. How terrible is the one fact of beauty!

I talk half the time to find out my own thoughts, as a school-boy turns his pockets inside out to see what is in them. One brings to light all sorts of personal property he had forgotten in his inventory.

His home! the Western giant smiles, And twirls the spotty globe to find it;
This little speck, the British Isles? ’T is but a freckle,—never mind it.