The Philosopher Is He To Whom The

Show Me The Man You Honor, And I Will Know What Kind Of Man You Are.

Only Perhaps In The United States, Which Alone Of Countries Can Do Without Governing,every Man Being At Least Able To Live, And Move Off Into The Wilderness, Let Congress Jargon As It Will,can Such A Form Of So-called Government Continue For Any Length Of Time To Torment Men With The Semblance, When The Indispensable Substance Is Not There.

Long Stormy Spring-time, Wet Contentious April, Winter Chilling The Lap Of Very May; But At Length The Season Of Summer Does Come.

There Is But One Temple In This Universe: The Body. We Speak To God Whenever We Lay Our Hands Upon It.

Rightly Viewed No Meanest Object Is Insignificant; All Objects Are As Windows Through Which The Philosophic Eye Looks Into Infinitude Itself.