The Sole Equality On Earth Is Death.

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.

Who Can Mistake Great Thoughts? They Seize Upon The Mind; Arrest And Search, And Shake It; Bow The Tall Soul As By Wind; Rush Over It Like A River Reeds.

There Is No Disappointment We Endure One-half So Great As What We Are To Ourselves.

None But God Can Fill The Perfect Whole.

Necessity, Like Electricity, Is In Ourselves And All Things, And No More Without Us Than Within Us.