There is no prosperity, trade, art, city, or great material wealth of any kind, but if you trace it home, you will find it rooted in a thought of some individual man. -

Thou art to me a delicious torment.

What you are comes to you

Life wastes itself while we are preparing to live

The highest revelation is that God is in every man

Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs; Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet Clear of the grave