There Is Endless Merit In A Man's

All True Work Is Sacred. In All True Work, Were It But True Hand Work, There Is Something Of Divineness. Labor, Wide As The Earth, Has Its Summit In Heaven.

A Thought Once Awakened Does Not Again Slumber.

Wealth Has More And More Increased, And At The Same Time Gathered Itself More And More Into Masses, Strangely Altering The Old Relations, And Increasing The Distance Between The Rich And The Poor.

The Depth Of Our Despair Measures What Capability And Height Of Claim We Have To Hope.

The Mystery Of A Person, Indeed, Is Ever Divine To Him That Has A Sense For The Godlike.