It Is The Feeling Of Injustice That

Why Did Not Somebody Teach Me The Constellations, And Make Me At Home In The Starry Heavens, Which Are Always Overhead, And Which I Don't Half Know To This Day?

All Greatness Is Unconscious, Or It Is Little And Naught.

Cash-payment Is Not The Sole Nexus Of Man With Man.

Earnestness Alone Makes Life Eternity.

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.