The work we desire and prize is not the courage to die decently, but to live manfully.

All work is as seed sown; it grows and spreads, and sows itself anew.

There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man; also, it may be said, there is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but…

The stupendous Fourth Estate, whose wide world-embracing influences what eye can take in?

Is life worth living? Yes, so long As there is wrong to right, Wail of the weak against the strong, Or tyranny to fight;

I cannot think we are useless or Usen would not have created us. He created all tribes of men and certainly had a righteous purpose in creating each.

It is only when we realize that life is taking us nowhere that it begins to have meaning.