Labor, Wide As The Earth,

I Don't Pretend To Understand The Universe - It's A Great Deal Bigger Than I Am.

Nothing That Was Worthy In The Past Departs; No Truth Or Goodness Realized By Man Ever Dies, Or Can Die.

A Force As Of Madness In The Hands Of Reason Has Done All That Was Ever Done In The World.

Considering The Multitude Of Mortals That Handle The Pen In These Days, And Can Mostly Spell, And Write Without Glaring Violations Of Grammar, The Question Naturally Arises: How Is It, Then, That No Work Proceeds From Them, Bearing Any Stamp Of Authenticity And Permanence; Of Worth For More Than One Day?

A Man Cannot Make A Pair Of Shoes Rightly Unless He Do It In A Devout Manner.