History Is The Essence Of

Man's Unhappiness, As I Construe, Comes Of His Greatness; It Is Because There Is An Infinite In Him, Which With All His Cunning He Cannot Quite Bury Under The Finite.

Let Him Who Would Move And Convince Others, Be First Moved And Convinced Himself.

The Actual Well Seen Is Ideal.

All Work, Even Cotton-spinning, Is Noble; Work Is Alone Noble.

Adversity Is The Diamond Dust Heaven Polishes Its Jewels With.