The Miser, Poor Fool, Not Only Starves

It Is Vain To Trust In Wrong; As Much Of Evil, So Much Of Loss, Is The Formula Of Human History.

All The Spaces Between My Mind And The Mind Of God Are Full Of Truths Waiting To Be Crystallized Into Laws For The Government Of The Masses.

In All The World There Is Nothing So Remarkable As A Great Man, Nothing So Rare, Nothing Which So Well Repays Study.

The Miser, Poor Fool, Not Only Starves His Body, But Also His Own Soul.

Man Is The Highest Product Of His Own History. The Discoverer Finds Nothing So Grand Or Tall As Himself, Nothing So Valuable To Him. The Greatest Star Is At The Small End, Of The Telescope,--the Star That Is Looking, Not Looked After Nor Looked At.