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Anger Is Like Ice, And Also Quick To Melt

Silence Is Terrible And Painful Only To Those Who Have Said All And Have Nothing More To Speak Of; But To Those Who Never Had Anything To Say— To Them Silence Is Simple And Easy.

Politics Is The Soil In Which The Nettle Of Poisonous Enmity, Evil Suspicions, Shameless Lies, Slander, Morbid Ambitions, And Disrespect For The Individual Grows Rapidly And Luxuriantly. Name Anything Bad In Man And It Is Precisely In The Soil Of Political Struggle That It Grows With Particular Liveliness And Abundance.

Our Salvation Is In Work, But Let Us Also Take Delight In That Work.

This Fear Is What Is The Ruin Of Us All. And Some Dominate Us; They Take Advantage Of Our Fear And Frighten Us Still More. Mark This: As Long As People Are Afraid, They Will Rot Like The Birches In The Marsh. We Must Grow Bold; It Is Time!