Slavery It Is That Makes Slavery; Freedom,

The Glory Of The Farmer Is That, In The Division Of Labors, It Is His Part To Create. All Trade Rests At Last On His Primitive Activity. He Stands Close To Nature; He Obtains From The Earth The Bread And The Meat. The Food Which Was Not, He Causes To Be.

The Sun Shines Today Also.

It Is The Eye Which Makes The Horizon.

Let Not The Author Eat Up The Man, So That He Shall Be All Balcony And No House.

Things Are In The Saddle. And Ride Mankind.