My Books Are Friends That Never Fail

Do Nothing, Only Keep Agitating, Debating; And Things Will Destroy Themselves.

All Reform Except A Moral One Will Prove Unavailing.

A Man Must Indeed Be A Hero To Appear Such In The Eyes Of His Valet.

Once The Mind Has Been Expanded By A Big Idea, It Will Never Go Back To Its Original State.

A Pygmy Standing On The Outward Crust Of This Small Planet, His Far-reaching Spirit Stretches Outward To The Infinite, And There Alone Finds Rest.