Motto of the New York Mechanick Society, 18th Century
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"My eyes have been filled with the endlessly changing patterns of the grains. I have felt the warmth of a thousand suns in my hands every day. I have smelled the rich, tangy odors of the freshly hewn chips. These are the things that have made my life so fine."
Jonas Wainwright, 1832