Fate Tried To Conceal Him By Naming

To Have Doubted One's Own First Principles Is The Mark Of A Civilized Man.

Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream. Nothing Seems Real Except The Unreal.

It Is Mere Childishness To Expect Men To Believe As Their Fathers Did; That Is, If They Have Any Minds Of Their Own. The World Is A Whole Generation Older And Wiser Than When The Father Was Of His Son's Age.

Every Idea Is An Incitement. It Offers Itself For Belief, And If Believed It Is Acted On Unless Some Other Belief Outweighs It Or Some Failure Of Energy Stifles The Movement At Its Birth. The Only Difference Between The Expression Of An Opinion And An Incitement Is The Speaker's Enthusiasm For The Result.

These Are The Hands Whose Sturdy Labor Brings The Peasant's Food, The Golden Pomp Of Kings; This Is The Page Whose Letters Shall Be Seen, Changed By The Sun To Words Of Living Green; This Is The Scholar Whose Immortal Penspells The First Lesson Hunger Taught To Men; These Are The Lines That Heaven-commanded Toil Shows On His Deed, - The Charter Of The Soil!