The word capital, as philologists trace it, comes down to us from a time when wealth was estimated in cattle, and a man's income depended upon the number of head he could keep for their increase.

Social progress makes the well-being of all more and more the business of each.

What protectionism teaches us, is to do to ourselves in time of peace what enemies seek to do to us in time of war.

The man who gives me employment, which I must have or suffer, that man is my master, let me call him what I will.

Poverty is the openmouthed relentless hell which yawns beneath civilized society. And it is hell enough.

I do not think that any sorrow of youth or manhood equalled in intensity or duration the black and hopeless misery which followed the wrench of transference from a happy home to a school.

Passing into higher forms of desire, that which slumbered in the plant, and fitfully stirred in the beast, awakes in the man.