If Hero Means Sincere Man, Why May

A Frightful Dialect For The Stupid, The Pedant And Dullard Sort.

Not One False Man But Doth Uncountable Evil.

Out Of Eternity The New Day Is Born; Into Eternity At Night Will Return.

This London City, With All Of Its Houses, Palaces, Steam-engines, Cathedrals, And Huge Immeasurable Traffic An Tumult, What Is It But A Thought, But Millions Of Thoughts Made Into One-a Huge Immeasurable Spirit Of A Thought, Embodied In Brick, In Iron, Smoke, Dust, Palaces, Parliaments, Hackney Coaches, Katherine Docks, And The Rest Of It! Not A Brick Was Made But Some Man Had To Think Of The Making Of That Brick.

All Work, Even Cotton-spinning, Is Noble; Work Is Alone Noble.