A Fair Day's Wages For A Fair

Time Is The Silent, Never-resting Thing ... Rolling, Rushing On, Swift, Silent, Like An All-embracing Oceantide, On Which We And All The Universe Swim.

Labor Is Life: From The Inmost Heart Of The Worker Rises His God-given Force, The Sacred Celestial Life-essence Breathed Into Him By Almighty God!

Reality, If Rightly Interpreted, Is Grander Than Fiction.

He Who Would Write Heroic Poems Should Make His Whole Life A Heroic Poem.

A Thought Once Awakened Does Not Again Slumber.