What I Want Is, Not To Possess

Being Forced To Work, And Forced To Do Your Best, Will Breed In You Temperance And Self-control, Diligence And Strength Of Will, Cheerfulness And Content, And A Hundred Virtues Which The Idle Will Never Know.

After All, There Is Such A Thing As Looking Like A Gentleman. There Are Men Whose Class No Dirt Or Rags Can Hide, Any More Than They Could Ulysses. I Have Seen Such Men In Plenty Among Workmen, Too; But, On The Whole, The Gentleman--by Whom I Do Not Mean Just Now The Rich--have The Superiority In That Point. But Not, Please God, Forever. Give Us The Same Air, Water, Exercise, Education, Good Society, And You Will See Whether This "haggardness," This "coarseness" (etc., For The List Is Too Long To Specify), Be An Accident, Or A Property, Of The Man Of The People.

Mathematical Knowledge Is Not-as All Cambridge Men Are Surely Aware-the Result Of Any Special Gift. It Is Merely The Development Of Those Conceptions Of Form And Number Which Every Human Being Possesses; And Any Person Of Average Intellect Can Make Himself A Fair Mathematician If He Will Only Pay Continuous Attention; In Plain English, Think Enough About The Subject.

In The Light Of Fuller Day, Of Purer Science, Holier Laws.

I Hope That My Children, At Least, If Not I Myself, Will See The Day When Ignorance Of The Primary Laws And Facts Of Science Will Be Looked Upon As A Defect Only Second To Ignorance Of The Primary Laws Of Religion And Morality.