Men worship the shows of great men; the most disbelieve that there is any reality of great men to worship.

No amount of ability is of the slightest avail without honor.

A noble book! all men's book!

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.

Neither had Watt of the Steam engine a heroic origin, any kindred with the princes of this world. The princes of this world were shooting their partridges... While this man with blackened fingers, with grim brow, was searching out, in his workshop, the Fire-secret.

There is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.

He that will not work according to his faculty, let him perish according to his necessity: there is no law juster than that.