Out From The Heart Of Nature Rolled

The Heroic Soul Does Not Sell Its Justice And Its Nobleness. It Does Not Ask To Dine Nicely And To Sleep Warm. The Essence Of Greatness Is The Perception That Virtue Is Enough. Poverty Is Its Ornament. It Does Not Need Plenty, And Can Very Well Abide Its Loss.

We Sell The Thrones Of Angels For A Short And Turbulent Pleasure.

If The Whole Of History Is In One Man, It Is All To Be Explained From Individual Experience.

Shall We Then Judge A Country By The Majority, Or By The Minority? By The Minority, Surely.

My Tongue Is Prone To Lose The Way,not So My Pen, For In A Letterwe Have Not Better Things To Say,but Surely Put Them Better.