Ah, If The Rich Were Rich As

No Man Can Help Another Without Helping Himself.

My Good Hoe As It Bites The Ground Revenges My Wrongs, And I Have Less Lust To Bite My Enemies. In The Smoothing The Rough Hillocks, I Smooth My Temper.

Show Me A Man Who Has Acted, And Who Has Not Been The Victim And Slave Of His Action. What They Have Done Commits And Enforces Them To Do The Same Again. The First Act, Which Was To Be An Experiment, Becomes A Sacrament.

We Do What We Must, And Call It By The Best Names.

Any Work Looks Wonderful To Me Except The One Which I Can Do.