Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path. When Nature has work to be done, she creates a genius to do it. The reward of a thing well done, is to have done it. Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts. To fill the hour that is happiness.
Every hero becomes a bore at last.
Hitch your wagon to a star. A plant whose virtues have not been discovered. A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesman and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. Perhaps they are.