Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches. >>
The Galilean is not a favorite of mine. So far from owing him any than >>
Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in >>
Every man is dishonest who lives upon the labor of others, no matter i >>
The fruit derived from labor is the sweetest of all pleasures. >>
It is not, truly speaking, the labor that is divided; but the men: div >>
There is no real wealth but the labor of man.