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In What Pagan Nation Was Moloch Ever Propitiated By Such An Unbroken And Swift-moving Procession Of Victims As Are Offered To This Moloch Of Christendom, Intemperance.

Doing Nothing For Others Is The Undoing Of One's Self. We Must Be Purposely Kind And Generous, Or We Miss The Best Part Of Existence. The Heart That Goes Out Of Itself, Gets Large And Full Of Joy. This Is The Great Secret Of The Inner Life. We Do Ourselves The Most Good Doing Something For Others.

So, In The Infinitely Nobler Battle In Which You Are Engaged Against Error And Wrong, If Ever Repulsed Or Stricken Down, May You Always Be Solaced And Cheered By The Exulting Cry Of Triumph Over Some Abuse In Church Or State, Some Vice Or Folly In Society, Some False Opinion Or Cruelty Or Guilt Which You Have Overcome! And I Beseech You To Treasure Up In Your Hearts These My Parting Words: Be Ashamed To Die Until You Have Won Some Victory For Humanity.

The Most Precious Wine Is Produced Upon The Sides Of Volcanoes. Now Bold And Inspiring Ideals Are Only Born Of A Clear Head That Stands Over A Glowing Heart.

When The Panting And Thirsting Soul First Drinks The Delicious Waters Of Truth, When The Moral And Intellectual Tastes And Desires First Seize The Fragrant Fruits That Flourish In The Garden Of Knowledge, Then Does The Child Catch A Glimpse And Foretaste Of Heaven.