mere tricks in Shakespeare; he is the greatest of dramatists because he is the simplest. The critics, not understanding the wise simplicity of greatness, condemn the loftiest work. They cannot discriminate between the childish and the child-like. The True, the Beautiful, the Great, is always childlike, and is perennially fresh and young.
The great man is always the good man; he is always simple. He draws from, nay, lives in, the inexhaustible fountain of divine Goodness within; he inhabits the Heavenly Places; lives with the Invisible: he is inspired and breathes the airs of Heaven.
He who would be great let him learn to be good. He will therefore become great by not seeking greatness. The selfish desire to be great is an indication of littleness, of personal vanity and obtrusiveness. The willingness to disappear from gaze, the utter absence of self-aggrandizement is the witness of greatness.
Littleness seeks and loves authority. Greatness is never authoritative, and
