A True Delineation Of The Smallest Man

Neither Had Watt Of The Steam Engine A Heroic Origin, Any Kindred With The Princes Of This World. The Princes Of This World Were Shooting Their Partridges... While This Man With Blackened Fingers, With Grim Brow, Was Searching Out, In His Workshop, The Fire-secret.

Lies Exist Only To Be Extinguished.

All Work, Even Cotton-spinning, Is Noble; Work Is Alone Noble.

In Every Object There Is Inexhaustible Meaning.

The Public Is Anold Woman.let Her Maunderand Mumble.