Slavery It Is That Makes Slavery; Freedom,

We Say Love Is Blind, And The Figure Of Cupid Is Drawn With A Bandage Around His Eyes. Blind - Yes, Because He Does Not See What He Does Not Like; But The Sharpest-sighted Hunter In The Universe Is Love For Finding What He Seeks, And Only That.

An Orchard, Good Tillage, Good Grounds, Seem A Fixture, Like A Gold Mine, Or A River, To A Citizen; But To A Large Farmer, Not Much More Fixed Than The State Of The Crop.

The Mob Is Man Voluntarily Descending To The Nature Of The Beast.

See Only That Thou Work And Thou Canst Not Escape The Reward.

It Is About Your Outlook Towards Life. You Can Either Regret Or Rejoice.