Man Never Falls So Low That He

You May Not, Cannot, Appropriate Beauty. It Is The Wealth Of The Eye, And A Cat May Gaze Upon A King.

I Do Not Pretend To Understand The Moral Universe; The Arc Is A Long One. . . . But From What I See I Am Sure It Bends Toward Justice.

Greatness Is Its Own Torment.

It Is Vain To Trust In Wrong; As Much Of Evil, So Much Of Loss, Is The Formula Of Human History.

Truth Never Yet Fell Dead In The Streets; It Has Such Affinity With The Soul Of Man, The Seed However Broadcast Will Catch Somewhere And Produce Its Hundredfold.