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We Call That Fire Of The Black Thunder-cloud "electricity," And Lecture Learnedly About It, And Grind The Like Of It Out Of Glass And Silk: But What Is It? What Made It? Whence Comes It? Whither Goes It?

It Is The First Of All Problems For A Man To Find Out What Kind Of Work He Is To Do In This Universe.

O Poor Mortals, How Ye Make This Earth Bitter For Each Other.

There Needs Not A Great Soul To Make A Hero; There Needs A God-created Soul Which Will Be True To Its Origin; That Will Be A Great Soul!

The World Is A Thing That A Man Must Learn To Despise, And Even To Neglect, Before He Can Learn To Reverence It, And Work In It And For It.