Infinite Is The Help Man Can Yield

There Are Depths In Man That Go To The Lowest Hell, And Heights That Reach The Highest Heaven, For Are Not Both Heaven And Hell Made Out Of Him, Everlasting Miracle And Mystery That He Is.

Originality Is A Thing We Constantly Clamour For, And Constantly Quarrel With.

Thirty Millions, Mostly Fools.

Man Is A Tool-using Animal. Without Tools He Is Nothing, With Tools He Is All.

Even In The Meanest Sorts Of Labor, The Whole Soul Of A Man Is Composed Into A Kind Of Real Harmony The Instant He Sets Himself To Work.