You Think Me The Child Of Circumstance;

Physical Force Has No Value, Where There Is Nothing Else. Snow In Snow-banks, Fire In Volcanoes And Solfataras Is Cheap. The Luxury Of Ice Is In Tropical Countries, And Midsummer Days. The Luxury Of Fire Is, To Have A Little On Our Hearth; And Of Electricity, Not The Volleys Of The Charged Cloud, But The Manageable Stream On The Battery-wires. So Of Spirit, Or Energy; The Rests Or Remains Of It In The Civil And Moral Man, Are Worth All The Cannibals In The Pacific.

There Is No True Orator Who Is Not A Hero.

Men Should Take Their Knowledge From The Sun, The Moon And The Stars.

The Course Of Everything Goes To Teach Us Faith.

Live In The Sunshine.