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town!"

10. "O sacred forms, how proud you look!
How high you lift your heads into the sky!
How huge you are, how
mighty and how free!
Ye are the things that tower, that shine; whose
smile
Makes glad--whose frown is terrible; whose forms,
Robed or
unrobed, do all the impress wear
Of awe divine."
CHAPTER II.
MENTALITY.
MIND ACTIVITIES DOMINATED BY A CONSCIOUSNESS OF
Reflection OR Processes_ OF _Thought, Clearness, Definiteness.
0. "Beyond the street a tower,--beyond the tower a moon,--beyond the
moon a star,--beyond the Star, what?"

2. "Once more: speak clearly, if you speak at all;
Carve every word before you let it fall;
Don't, like a lecturer or
dramatic star,
Try overhard to roll the British R;
Do put your
accents in the proper spot;
Don't--let me beg you--don't say 'How?'
for 'What?'
And when you stick on conversation's burrs,
Don't strew
the pathway with those dreadful urs."

3. "To be, or not to be; that is the question:--
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of
outrageous fortune;
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And
by opposing end them? To die: to sleep,--
No more:"

4. "I should say sincerity, a deep, great, genuine sincerity, is the first
characteristic of all men in any way heroic. Not the sincerity that calls
itself sincere; that is ... oftenest self-conceit mainly. The great man's
sincerity is of the kind he cannot speak of, is not conscious of."

5. "Brutus. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius.
Lucius. I will, my lord. (Exit.)
Brutus. It must be by his death: and for my part,
I know no cause to
spurn at him,
But for the general. He would be crown'd:--
How that
might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day that
brings forth the adder;
And that craves wary walking. Crown
him?--That:--
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,
That at his
will he may do danger with."

6. "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and
the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God."

7. "Just in proportion as the writer's aim, consciously or unconsciously,
comes to be the transcribing, not of the world, not of mere fact, but of
his sense of it, he becomes an artist; his work a fine art, and good art in
proportion to the truth of his presentment of that sense. Truth! there can
be no merit, no craft at all, without that. And further, all beauty is in the

long run only fineness of truth, or what we call expression, the finer
accommodation of speech to that vision within."

8. "For the Universe has three children, born at one time, which
reappear, under different names, in every system of thought, whether
they be called cause, operation, and effect; or, theologically, the Father,
the Spirit, and the Son; but which we call here, the Knower, the Doer,
and the Sayer. These stand respectively for the love of truth, for the
love of good, and for the love of beauty. These three are equal. Each of
these three has the power of the others latent in him, and his own
patent."
CHAPTER III.
MORALITY.
MIND ACTIVITIES DOMINATED BY A CONSCIOUSNESS OF
_Purpose, Love, Harmony, Poise, Values_.
0. "My friend, if thou hadst all the artillery of Woolwich trundling at thy
back in support of an unjust thing, and infinite bonfires visibly
waiting ahead of thee, to blaze centuries long for thy victory on
behalf of it, I would advise thee to call halt, to fling down thy
baton, and say, 'In Heaven's name, No!'"

2. "Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies;--
Hold you here, root and all, in my
hand,
Little flower--but if I could understand
What you are, root
and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is."

3. "Who but the locksmith could have made such music? A gleam of
sun shining through the unsashed window and checkering the dark
workshop with a broad patch of light fell full upon him, as though

attracted by his sunny heart."

4. "Portia You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand,
Such as I am; though for myself alone,
I would not be ambitious in
my wish,
To wish myself much better; yet, for you,
I would be
trebled twenty times myself;
A thousand times more fair, ten
thousand times more rich;"

5. "Listen to the water-mill;
Through the livelong day,
How the clicking of its wheels
Wears the
hours away!
Languidly the autumn wind
Stirs the forest leaves,

From the fields the reapers sing,
Binding up their sheaves;
And a
proverb haunts my mind,
As a spell is cast;
'The mill can never
grind
With the water that is past.'"

6. "Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is good
steadily hastening