The men who have caught this circling planet in the palms of their
hands, as God grasps the inconceivable universes, were born poor and
struggled in adversity; the men who have throttled the fiery lightning,
and chained the fire and the water into willing servitude, were poor
boys; the men who have developed the human imagination into a thing
almost perfect and unapproachable were poor boys; the men who have led
millions of their Maker's feet, were poor both in youth and age. Bear it
then, in mind, that all honorable endeavors to ease the yoke of life are
good; that all repinings whatsoever are totally ridiculous, and mostly
dishonorable.