Labor, Wide As The Earth, Has Its

War Is A Quarrel Between Two Thieves Too Cowardly To Fight Their Own Battle.

He That Has Done Nothing Has Known Nothing.

The Cut Of A Garment Speaks Of Intellect And Talent And The Color Of Temperament And Heart.

And Yet Without Labour There Were No Ease, No Rest, So Much As Conceivable.

I Too Acknowledge The All-out Omnipotence Of Early Culture And Nature; Hereby We Have Either A Doddered Dwarf-bush, Or A High-towering, Wide-shadowing Tree! Either A Sick Yellow Cabbage, Or An Edible Luxuriant Green One. Of A Truth, It Is The Duty Of All Men, Especially Of All Philosophers, To Note Down With Accuracy The Characteristic Circumstances Of Their Education,--what Furthered, What Hindered, What In Any Way Modified It.