Health Lies In Labor, And There Is

Revolutions Are Not Made: They Come. A Revolution Is As Natural A Growth As An Oak. It Comes Out Of The Past. Its Foundations Are Laid Far Back.

Society,--the Only Field Where The Sexes Have Ever Met On Terms Of Equality, The Arena Where Character Is Formed And Studied, The Cradle And The Realm Of Public Opinion, The Crucible Of Ideas, The World's University, At Once A School And A Theater, The Spur And The Crown Of Ambition, The Tribunal Which Unmasks Pretension And Stamps Real Merit, The Power That Gives Government Leave To Be, And Outruns The Lazy Church In Fixing The Moral Sense Of The Eye.

Exigencies Create The Necessary Ability To Meet And Conquer Them.

The Work Resembles A Breech Delivery-one Which Is Expressed In Rhythmic Lurches, Stabs Of Phrase And Vocal Ornamentation Designed To Express Agitation Rather Than Decorative Grace.

Neither Do I Acknowledge The Right Of Plymouth To The Whole Rock. No, The Rock Underlies All America: It Only Crops Out Here.