The Highest Being Reveals Himself In Man.

What I Loved In The Man Was His Health, His Unity With Himself; All People And All Things Seemed To Find Their Quite Peaceable Adjustment With Him, Not A Proud Domineering One, As After Doubtful Contest, But A Spontaneous-looking Peaceable, Even Humble One.

History Is Philosophy Teaching By Experience.

All Human Souls, Never So Bedarkened, Love Light; Light Once Kindled Spreads Till All Is Luminous.

We Have Not Read An Author Till We Have Seen His Object, Whatever It May Be, As He Saw It.

All Work, Even Cotton-spinning, Is Noble; Work Is Alone Noble.