The Highest Ensign That Men Ever Met

A Man Perfects Himself By Working. Foul Jungles Are Cleared Away, Fair Seed-fields Rise Instead, And Stately Cities; And With The Man Himself First Ceases To Be A Jungle, And Foul Unwholesome Desert Thereby. The Man Is Now A Man.

The King Is The Man Who Can.

A Man Without A Goal Is Like A Ship Without A Rudder.

It Is A Strange Trade That Of Advocacy. Your Intellect, Your Highest Heavenly Gift Is Hung Up In The Shop Window Like A Loaded Pistol For Sale.

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