Power Is The First Good.

The Mass Of Men Worry Themselves Into Nameless Graves While Here And There A Great Unselfish Soul Forgets Himself Into Immortality.

All My Hurts My Garden Spade Can Heal.

Nature Ever Faithful Is To Such As Trust Her Faithfulness.

There Is More Difference In The Quality Of Our Pleasures Than In The Amount.

Machinery Is Aggressive. The Weaver Becomes A Web, The Machinist A Machine. If You Do Not Use The Tools, They Use You. All Tools Are In One Sense Edge-tools, And Dangerous.