Secrecy Is The Element Of All Goodness;

In Books Lies The Soul Fo The Whole Past Time.

Teaching School Is But Another Word For Sure And Not Very Slow Destruction.

There Is A Perennial Nobleness, And Even Sacredness, In Work. Were He Never So Benighted, Forgetful Of His High Calling, There Is Always Hope In A Man That Actually And Earnestly Works: In Idleness Alone There Is Perpetual Despair.

Wealth Has More And More Increased, And At The Same Time Gathered Itself More And More Into Masses, Strangely Altering The Old Relations, And Increasing The Distance Between The Rich And The Poor.

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