He That Can Work Is Born To

Heroism Is The Divine Relation Which, In All Times, Unites A Great Man To Other Men.

Every Noble Work Is At First Impossible.

Is Not Every Meanest Day The Confluence Of Two Eternities?

Every New Opinion, At Its Starting, Is Precisely In A Minority Of One.

Thought, True Labor Of Any Kind, Highest Virtue Itself, Is It Not The Daughter Of Pain?