Labor, Wide As The Earth, Has Its

Man, It Is Not Thy Works, Which Are Mortal, Infinitely Little, And The Greatest No Greater Than The Least, But Only The Spirit Thou Workest In, That Can Have Worth Or Continuance.

The Courage We Desire And Prize Is Not The Courage To Die Decently, But To Live Manfully.

What Is Philosophy But A Continual Battle Against Custom?

The Archenemy Is The Arch Stupid!

If A Man Was Great While Living, He Becomes Tenfold Greater When Dead.