Every Great Mind Seeks To Labor For

The Greater Part Of Humanity Is Too Much Harassed And Fatigued By The Struggle With Want, To Rally Itself For A New And Sterner Struggle With Error.

There Is More To Life Than Just Existing And Having A Pleasant Time.

Great Souls Endure In Silence.

A Sublime Soul Can Rise To All Kinds Of Greatness, But By An Effort; It Can Tear Itself From All Bondage, To All That Limits And Constrains It, But Only By Strength Of Will. Consequently The Sublime Soul Is Only Free By Broken Efforts.

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.