Even In The Meanest Sorts

The Times Are Very Bad. Very Well, You Are There To Make Them Better.

Every New Opinion, At Its Starting, Is Precisely In A Minority Of One.

What I Loved In The Man Was His Health, His Unity With Himself; All People And All Things Seemed To Find Their Quite Peaceable Adjustment With Him, Not A Proud Domineering One, As After Doubtful Contest, But A Spontaneous-looking Peaceable, Even Humble One.

Men Seldom, Or Rather Never For A Length Of Time And Deliberately, Rebel Against Anything That Does Not Deserve Rebelling Against.

No Man Is Born Without Ambitious Worldly Desires.