All actual heroes are essential men, / And all men possible heroes...

And each man stands with his face in the light of his own drawn sword. Ready to do what a hero can.

The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.

O earth, so full of dreary noises! / O men, with wailing in your voices! / O delvèd gold, the wailers heap! / O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall! / God strikes a silence through you all, / And giveth his beloved, sleep.

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, by reiteration chiefly

For tis not in mere death that men die most.