If You Do Not Wish A Man

Labor Is Life: From The Inmost Heart Of The Worker Rises His God-given Force, The Sacred Celestial Life-essence Breathed Into Him By Almighty God!

When We Can Drain The Ocean Into Mill-ponds, And Bottle Up The Force Of Gravity, To Be Sold By Retail, In Gas Jars; Then May We Hope To Comprehend The Infinitudes Of Man's Soul Under Formulas Of Profit And Loss; And Rule Over This Too, As Over A Patent Engine, By Checks, And Valves, And Balances.

Conviction Never So Excellent, Is Worthless Until It Coverts Itself Into Conduct.

Whose School-hours Are All The Days And Nights Of Our Existence.

In Every Object There Is Inexhaustible Meaning.