There Is No Life Of A Man,

For Man Is Not The Creature And Product Of Mechanism; But, In A Far Truer Sense, Its Creator And Producer.

A True Delineation Of The Smallest Man Is Capable Of Interesting The Greatest Man.

Venerable To Me Is The Hard Hand,--crooked, Coarse,--wherein, Notwithstanding, Lies A Cunning Virtue, Indispensably Royal As Of The Sceptre Of The Planet.

A Man Perfects Himself By Working. Foul Jungles Are Cleared Away, Fair Seed-fields Rise Instead, And Stately Cities; And With The Man Himself First Ceases To Be A Jungle, And Foul Unwholesome Desert Thereby. The Man Is Now A Man.

Do Not Be Embarrassed By Your Mistakes. Nothing Can Teach Us Better Than Our Understanding Of Them. This Is One Of The Best Ways Of Self-education.