Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work. – Thomas Carlyle
Theres not a good poet I know who has not at the beck and call of his memory a vast quantity of poetry that composes his mental library. – Anthony Hecht
The ultimate end of human acts is eudaimonia, happiness in the sense of living well, which all men desire all acts are but different means chosen to arrive at it. – Hannah Arendt
If we had failed to pursue the facts as far as they led, we would have denied the public any knowledge of an unprecedented scheme of political surveillance and sabotage. – Katharine Graham
