If We Meet No Gods,

Perception Is A Mirror Not A Fact. And What I Look On Is My State Of Mind, Reflected Outward.

Behind Every Individual Closes Organization; Before Him Opens Liberty,--the Better, The Best. The First And Worse Races Are Dead.the Second And Imperfect Races Are Dying Out, Or Remain For The Maturing Of The Higher. In The Latest Race, In Man, Every Generosity, Every New Perception, The Love And Praise He Extorts From His Fellows, Are Certificates Of Advance Out Of Fate Into Freedom.

Great Hearts Steadily Send Forth The Secret Forces That Incessantly Draw Great Events.

Words Are Alive. Cut Them And They Bleed.

Money, Which Represents The Prose Of Life, And Which Is Hardly Spoken Of In Parlors Without An Apology, Is, In Its Effects And Laws, As Beautiful As Roses.