There Are Unjust Laws As There Are

The Spinning Wheel Is Itself An Exquisite Piece Of Machinery. My Head Daily Bows In Reverence To Its Unknown Inventor.

As The State Is A Soulless Machine, It Can Never Be Weaned From Violence To Which It Owes Its Very Existence.

To See The Universal And All-pervading Spirit Of Truth Face To Face, One Must Be Able To Love The Meanest Of All Creation As Oneself.

If You Want To Play Your Part In The World's Affairs, You Must Refuse To Deck Yourselves For Pleasing Man.

Could There Be A Greater Proof Of Our Cowardice Than Fighting Amongst Ourselves?