Stop a moment, cease your work, and look around you.

Not what you possess but what you do with what you have, determines your true worth.

You can make even a parrot into a learned political economist - all he must learn are the two words "supply" and "demand."

When we can drain the Ocean into mill-ponds, and bottle up the Force of Gravity, to be sold by retail, in gas jars; then may we hope to comprehend the infinitudes of man's soul under formulas of Profit and Loss; and rule over this too, as over a patent engine, by checks, and valves, and balances.

War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle.

If Hero means sincere man, why may not every one of us be a Hero?

Considering the multitude of mortals that handle the pen in these days, and can mostly spell, and write without glaring violations of grammar, the question naturally arises: How is it, then, that no work proceeds from them, bearing any stamp of authenticity and permanence; of worth for more than one day?