When Nature Removes A Great Man, People

Throb Thine With Nature's Throbbing Breast.

The Miracles Of Genius Always Rest On Profound Convictions Which Refuse To Be Analyzed.

Machinery Is Aggressive. The Weaver Becomes A Web, The Machinist A Machine. If You Do Not Use The Tools, They Use You. All Tools Are In One Sense Edge-tools, And Dangerous.

It Is Sublime To Think And Say Of Another, I Need Never Meet, Or Speak, Or Write To Him: We Need Not Reinforce Ourselves, Or Send Tokens Of Remembrance; I Rely On Him As On Myself: If He Did Thus And Thus, I Know It Was Right.

Is The Acorn Better Than The Oak Which Is Its Fullness And Completion?