Talent is that which is in a man's power; genius is that in whose power a man is. - James Russell Lowell

It was one of those periods of excitement, gathering, contagious, universal, which, while they last, exalt and clarify the minds of men, giving to the mere words country, human rights, democracy, a meaning and a force beyond that of sober and logical argument. They were convictions, maintained and defended by the supreme logic of passion. That penetrating fire ran in and roused those primary instincts that make their lair in the dens and caverns of the mind. What is called the great popular heart was awakened, that indefinable something which may be, according to circumstances, the highest reason or the most brutish unreason.

His words were simple words enough,
And yet he used them so,
That what in other mouths was rough
In his seemed musical and low.

Not what we give,
But what we share,
For the gift
without the giver
Is bare.