Intellect Is The Soul Of Man, The

Imperfection Clings To A Person, And If They Wait Till They Are Brushed Off Entirely, They Would Spin For Ever On Their Axis, Advancing Nowhere.

Success In Life, In Anything, Depends Upon The Number Of Persons That One Can Make Himself Agreeable To.

The King Is The Man Who Can.

Properly Speaking, All True Work Is Religion.

The Steam-engine I Call Fire-demon And Great; But It Is Nothing To The Invention Of Fire.