We Are The Prisoners Of Ideas.

There Are Books... Which Rank In Our Life With Parents And Lovers And Passionate Experiences.

Society Everywhere Is In Conspiracy Against The Manhood Of Every One Of Its Members.

The Heroic Soul Does Not Sell Its Justice And Its Nobleness. It Does Not Ask To Dine Nicely And To Sleep Warm. The Essence Of Greatness Is The Perception That Virtue Is Enough. Poverty Is Its Ornament. It Does Not Need Plenty, And Can Very Well Abide Its Loss.

Money Is The Representative Of A Certain Quantity Of Corn Or Other Commodity. It Is So Much Warmth, So Much Bread.

A Good Indignation Brings Out All One's Powers.