He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.

I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!

Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans

Wisdom is sold in a desolate marketplace where none can come to buy.