Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame; Ev'y thin' thet' s done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same.

Most long lives resemble those threads of gossamer, the nearest approach to nothing unmeaningly prolonged, scarce visible pathways of some worm from his cradle to his grave.

Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy.

Ah, men do not know how much strength is in poise, That he goes the farthest who goes far enough.

There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.

No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.

Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.