I Must Go, Not Only To Those

We Must Wake Ourselves Up! Or Somebody Else Will Take Our Place, And Bear Our Cross, And Thereby Rob Us Of Our Crown.

I Will Tell You The Secret. God Has Had All There Was Of Me.

It Is Impossible To Comfort Men's Hearts With The Love Of God When Their Feet Are Perishing With Cold.

A Man's Labor Is Not Only His Capital But His Life. When It Passes It Returns Never More. To Utilize It, To Prevent Its Wasteful Squandering, To Enable The Poor Man To Bank It Up For Use Hereafter, This Surely Is One Of The Most Urgent Tasks Before Civilization.

Some Of My Best Men Are Women!