Do Not Be Embarrassed By

Every Poet, Be His Outward Lot What It May, Finds Himself Born In The Midst Of Prose; H E Has To Struggle From The Littleness And Obstruction Of An Actual World Into The Freedom And Infinitude Of An Ideal.

All Work, Even Cotton-spinning, Is Noble; Work Is Alone Noble.

History Is The Essence Of Innumerable Biographies.

Man Is A Tool-using Animal. Without Tools He Is Nothing, With Tools He Is All.

For The Superior Morality, Of Which We Hear So Much, We Too Would Desire To Be Thankful: At The Same Time, It Were But Blindness To Deny That This Superior Morality Is Properly Rather An Inferior Criminality, Produced Not By Greater Love Of Virtue, But By Greater Perfection Of Police; And Of That Far Subtler And Stronger Police, Called Public Opinion.