O Time! Time! how it brings forth and devours! And the roaring flood of existence rushes on forever similar, forever changing!

What are your Axioms, and Categories, and Systems, and Aphorisms? Words, words.... Be not the slave of Words.

At worst, is not this an unjust world, full of nothing but beasts of prey, four-footed or two-footed?

The glory of a workman, still more of a master workman, that he does his work well, ought to be his most precious possession; like the honor of a soldier, dearer to him than life.

An everlasting lodestar, that beams the brighter in the heavens the darker here on earth grows the night.

Cash-payment never was, or could except for a few years be, the union-bond of man to man. Cash never yet paid one man fully his deserts to another; nor could it, nor can it, now or henceforth to the end of the world.

The Great Man's sincerity is of the kind he cannot speak of, is not conscious of: nay, I suppose, he is conscious rather of insincerity; for what man can walk accurately by the law of truth for one day? No, the Great Man does not boast himself sincere, far from that; perhaps does not ask himself if he is so: I would say rather, his sincerity does not depend on himself; he cannot help being sincere!