We Live Not To Ourselves, Our Work

The Hero Is The World-man, In Whose Heart One Passion Stands For All, The Most Indulged.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.

Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A Scheme For Universal Evil.

Man Is One; And He Hath One Great Heart. It Is Thus We Feel, With A Gigantic Throb Athwart The Sea, Each Other's Rights And Wrongs; Thus Are We Men.

Life's But A Means Unto An End, That End, Beginning, Mean, And End To All Things--god.