The Poor Are Only They Who Feel

Some Men, At The Approach Of A Dispute, Neigh Like Horses.

Want Is A Growing Giant Whom The Coat Of Have Was Never Large Enough To Cover.

Whatever Limits Us We Call Fate.

There Was Never Anything That Did Not Proceed From A Thought.

[w]e Pity Our Fathers For Dying Before Steam And Galvanism, Sulphuric Ether And Ocean Telegraphs, Photograph And Spectrograph Arrived, As Cheated Out Of Their Human Estate.