He Is A Fool Who Is Not

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.

Obey Thy Genius, For A Minister It Is Unto The Throne Of Fate. Draw To Thy Soul, And Centralize The Rays Which Are Around Of The Divinity.

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

All Are Of The Race Of God, And Have In Themselves Good.

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.