Work Is The Grand Cure Of All

All Human Souls, Never So Bedarkened, Love Light; Light Once Kindled Spreads Till All Is Luminous.

No Mortal Has A Right To Wag His Tongue, Much Less To Wag His Pen, Without Saying Something.

I Do Not Believe In The Collective Wisdom Of Individual Ignorance.

Heroes, It Would Seem, Exist Always And A Certain Worship Of Them.

To Reform A World, To Reform A Nation, No Wise Man Will Undertake; And All But Foolish Men Know, That The Only Solid, Though A Far Slower Reformation, Is What Each Begins And Perfects On Himself.