The Laws Of Each Are Convertible Into

Give The Slave The Least Elevation Of Religious Sentiment, And He Is Not Slave: You Are The Slave: He Not Only In His Humility Feels His Superiority, Feels That Much Deplored Condition Of His To Be A Fading Trifle, But He Makes You Feel It Too. He Is The Master.

Man Is The Broken Giant, And In All His Weakness Both His Body And His Mind Are Invigorated By Habits Of Conversation With Nature.

Nature And Books Belong To The Eyes That See Them.

If The East Loves Infinity, The West Delights In Boundaries.

No Hope So Bright But Is The Beginning Of Its Own Fulfilment.