A Forest Bird Never Wants A Cage.

What's To Become Of The Morally Sound? Left Out In The Cold, I Suppose. We Must Heal The Sick.

It's Not Only What We Have Inherited From Our Father And Mother That Walks In Us. It's All Sorts Of Dead Ideas, And Lifeless Old Beliefs, And So Forth. They Have No Vitality, But They Cling To Us All The Same, And We Can't Get Rid Of Them.

I Hold That Man Is In The Right Who Is Most Closely In League With The Future.

A Community Is Like A Ship; Everyone Ought To Be Prepared To Take The Helm.

The Spectacles Of Experience; Through Them You Will See More Clearly A Second Time.