A Creative Economy Is The Fuel Of

We Owe To Man Higher Succors Than Food And Fire. We Owe To Man, Man.

Providence Has A Wild, Rough, Incalculable Road To Its End, And It Is Of No Use To Try To Whitewash Its Huge, Mixed Instrumentalities, Or To Dress Up That Terrific Benefactor In A Clean Shirt And White Neckcloth Of A Student In Divinity.

Imagination Is A Very High Sort Of Seeing.

Self-love Is, In Almost All Men, Such An Over-weight That They Are Incredulous Of A Man's Habitual Preference Of The General Good To His Own; But When They See It Proved By Sacrifices Of Ease, Wealth, Rank, And Of Life Itself, There Is No Limit To Their Admiration.

In Politics And In Trade, Bruisers And Pirates Are Of Better Promise Than Talkers And Clerks.