The Press Is The Fourth Estate Of

All True Work Is Sacred.

Our Very Walking Is An Incessant Falling; A Falling And A Catching Of Ourselves Before We Come Actually To The Pavement. It Is Emblematic Of All Things A Man Does.

Work Is The Grand Cure Of All The Maladies And Miseries That Ever Beset Mankind.

Man's Unhappiness, As I Construe, Comes Of His Greatness; It Is Because There Is An Infinite In Him, Which With All His Cunning He Cannot Quite Bury Under The Finite.

Society Is Founded Upon Cloth.