A Judicious Man Looks At

Every Man Has A Coward And Hero In His Soul.

All Destruction, By Violent Revolution Or However It Be, Is But New Creation On A Wider Scale.

The Man Who Cannot Wonder, Who Does Not Habitually Wonder (and Worship), Were He President Of Innumerable Royal Societies, And Carried The Whole Mecanique Celeste And Hegel's Philosophy, And The Epitome Of All Laboratories And Observatories With Their Results, In His Single Head, Is But A Pair Of Spectacles Behind Which There Is No Eye. Let Those Who Have Eyes Look Through Him, Then He May Be Useful.

The Hell Of These Days Is The Fear Of Not Getting Along, Especially Of Not Making Money.

Is Not Light Grander Than Fire?