Debt Is A Bottomless Sea.

How, Without Clothes, Could We Possess The Master Organ, Soul's Seat And True Pineal Gland Of The Body Social--i Mean A Purse?

Is Man’s Civilization Only A Wrappage, Through Which The Savage Nature Of Him Can Still Burst, Infernal As Ever?

All Destruction, By Violent Revolution Or However It Be, Is But New Creation On A Wider Scale.

Nature Is The Time-vesture Of God That Reveals Him To The Wise, And Hides Him From The Foolish.

O Thou Who Art Able To Write A Book Which Once In The Two Centuries Or Oftener There Is A Man Gifted To Do, Envy Not Him Whom They Name City-builder, And Inexpressibly Pity Him Whom They Name Conqueror Or City-burner.