All true work is sacred. In all true work, were it but true hand work, there is something of divineness. Labor, wide as the earth, has its summit in Heaven.
History is the distillation of rumour.
Democracy is, by the nature of it, a self-canceling business: and gives in the long run a net result of zero.
Labor, wide as the earth, has its summit in heaven.
The past is always attractive because it is drained of fear.
All greatness is unconscious, or it is little and naught.