Society Is Founded Upon Cloth.

What Is Nature? Art Thou Not The Living Government Of God? O Heaven, Is It In Very Deed He Then That Ever Speaks Through Thee, That Lives And Loves In Thee, That Lives And Loves In Me?

Thought, True Labor Of Any Kind, Highest Virtue Itself, Is It Not The Daughter Of Pain?

He That Has Done Nothing Has Known Nothing.

Clever Men Are Good, But They Are Not The Best.

Worship Of A Hero Is Transcendent Admiration Of A Great Man.