I Speak To The Paper, As I

There Are Few Men Who Dare To Publish To The World The Prayers They Make To Almighty God.

I Never Met A Man Who Thought His Thinking Was Faulty.

And I Loathe People Who Find It Harder To Put Up With A Gown Askew Than With A Soul Askew And Who Judge A Man By His Bow, His Bearing And His Boots.

To Compose Our Character Is Our Duty, Not To Compose Books, And To Win, Not Battles And Provinces, But Order And Tranquility In Our Conduct. Our Great And Glorious Masterpiece Is To Live Appropriately. All Other Things, Ruling, Hoarding, Building, Are Only Little Appendages And Props, At Most.

Men Are Nothing Until They Are Excited.