Affectation Hides Three Times As Many Virtues

Republics, One After Another . . . Have Perished From A Want Of Intelligence And Virtue In The Masses Of The People. . . .

Both Poetry And Philosophy Are Prodigal Of Eulogy Over The Mind Which Ransoms Itself By Its Own Energy From A Captivity To Custom, Which Breaks The Common Bounds Of Empire, And Cuts A Simplon Over Mountains Of Difficulty For Its Own Purposes, Whether Of Good Or Of Evil.

Enslave A Man And You Destroy His Ambition, His Enterprise, His Capacity. In The Constitution Of Human Nature, The Desire Of Bettering One's Condition Is The Mainspring Of Effort. The First Touch Of Slavery Snaps This Spring.

Deeds Survive The Doers.

Every Hand And Every Hour Should Be Devoted To Rescue The World From Its Insanity Of Guilt, And To Assuage The Pangs Of Human Hearts With Balm And Anodyne. To Pity Distress Is But Human; To Relieve It Is Godlike.