Publicity Is The Very Soul Of Justice.

Prose Is When All The Lines Except The Last Go On To The End. Poetry Is When Some Of Them Fall Short Of It.

The Request Of Industry To Government Is As Modest As That Of Diogenes To Alexander: Get Out Of My Light.

Create All The Happiness You Are Able To Create: Remove All The Misery You Are Able To Remove. Every Day Will Allow You To Add Something To The Pleasure Of Others, Or To Diminish Something Of Their Pains. And For Every Grain Of Enjoyment You Sow In The Bosom Of Another, You Shall Find A Harvest In Your Own Bosom; While Every Sorrow Which You Pluck Out From The Thoughts And Feelings Of A Fellow Creature Shall Be Replaced By Beautiful Peace And Joy In The Sanctuary Of Your Soul.

There Is No Pestilence In A State Like A Zeal For Religion, Independent Of Morality.

Is It Possible For A Man To Move The Earth? Yes; But He Must First Find Out Another Earth To Stand Upon.