They were general words with a general application.

He looked up into the sparkling sky with dull eyes.
"Yes," he said; "but when we lie and think, and think, we see that there is nothing worth doing.

The universe is so large, and man is so small--" She shook her head quickly.
"But we must not think so far; it is madness, it is a disease.

We know that no man's work is great, and stands forever.

Moses is dead, and the prophets and the books that our grandmothers fed on the mould is eating.
Your poet and painter and actor,--before the shouts that applaud them have died their names grow strange, they are milestones that the world has passed.