It is the curse of talent, that, though it works more surely and persistently than genius, it reaches no goal; while genius, hovering for long on the summit (Spitze) of the ideal, looks round, smiling, far above. Schumann.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit. Rivarole.
It is the fate of a woman / Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, / Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Longfellow.
It is the fate of the great ones of the earth to 10 begin to be appreciated by us only after they are gone. Old Ger. saying.
It is the first of all problems for a man to find out what kind of work he is to do in this universe. Carlyle.
It is the first principle of economy to make use of available vital power first, then the inexpensive natural forces, and only at last to have recourse to artificial power. Ruskin.
It is the flash that murders; the poor thunder never harm'd head. Tennyson.
It is the frog's own croak that betrays him. Pr.
It is the glistening and softly-spoken lie, ... 15 the patriotic lie of the historian, the provident lie of the politician, the zealous lie of the partisan, the merciful lie of the friend, and the careless lie of each man to himself, that cast the black mystery over humanity, through which we thank any man who pierces, as we would thank one who had dug a well in the desert. Ruskin.
It is the glorious doom of literature that the evil perishes and the good remains. Bulwer Lytton.