Writing Is A Dreadful Labor, Yet Not

Man Makes Circumstances, And Spiritually As Well As Economically, Is The Artificer Of His Own Fortune.

With Stupidity And Sound Digestion, Man May Front Much.

No Mortal Has A Right To Wag His Tongue, Much Less To Wag His Pen, Without Saying Something.

How, Without Clothes, Could We Possess The Master Organ, Soul's Seat And True Pineal Gland Of The Body Social--i Mean A Purse?

There Needs Not A Great Soul To Make A Hero; There Needs A God-created Soul Which Will Be True To Its Origin; That Will Be A Great Soul!