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Evil Is Retributive: Every Trespass Slips Fetters On The Will, Holds The Soul In Durance Till Contrition And Repentance Restore It To Liberty.

Nature Is The Armory Of Genius. Cities Serve It Poorly, Books And Colleges At Second Hand; The Eye Craves The Spectacle Of The Horizon; Of Mountain, Ocean, River And Plain, The Clouds And Stars; Actual Contact With The Elements, Sympathy With The Seasons As They Rise And Roll.

Creeds, Like Other Goods, Pass By Inheritance To Descendants.

Our Ideals Are Our Better Selves.

Heaven Trims Our Lamps While We Sleep.