A Mind Grows By What It Feeds

Of All The Scamps Society Knows, The Traditional Good Fellow Is The Most Despicable.

There Is Really Nothing Left To A Genuine Idle Man, Who Possesses Any Considerable Degree Of Vital Power, But Sin.

The Soul, Like The Body, Lives By What It Feeds On.

Every Man Who Strikes Blows For Power, For Influence, For Institutions, For The Right, Must Be Just As Good An Anvil As He Is A Hammer.

So I Take My Life As I Find It, As A Life Full Of Grand Advantages That Are Linked Indissolubly To My Noblest Happiness And My Everlasting Safety. I Believe That Infinite Love Ordained It, And That, If I Bow Willingly, Tractably, And Gladly To Its Discipline, My Father Will Take Care Of It.