There Is Not In The Wide World

No Work Is Worse Than Overwork; The Mind Preys On Itself,--the Most Unwholesome Of Food.

I Have Done All That I Came Into This World To Do. I Have Worked Task Work, And Have The Rest Of The Day To Myself.

We Grow Gray In Our Spirit Long Before We Grow Gray In Our Hair.

Can We Ring The Bells Backward? Can We Unlearn The Arts That Pretend To Civilize, And Then Burn The World? There Is A March Of Science; But Who Shall Beat The Drums For Its Retreat?

Credulity Is The Man's Weakness, But The Child's Strength.