In The Name Of Hypocrites, Doctors Have

Can It Be Possible That All Human Sympathies Can Thrive, And All Human Powers Be Exercised, And All Human Joys Increase, If We Live With All Our Might With The Thirty Or Forty People Next To Us, Telegraphing Kindly To All Other People, To Be Sure? Can It Be Possible That Our Passion For Large Cities, And Large Parties, And Large Theatres, And Large Churches, Develops No Faith Nor Hope Nor Love Which Would Not Find Aliment And Exercise In A Little "world Of Our Own"?

No Gilded Dome Swells From The Lowly Roof To Catch The Morning Or Evening Beam; But The Love And Gratitude Of United America Settle Upon It In One Eternal Sunshine. From Beneath That Humble Roof Went Forth The Intrepid And Unselfish Warrior, The Magistrate Who Knew No Glory But His Country's Good; To That He Returned, Happiest When His Work Was Done. There He Lived In Noble Simplicity, There He Died In Glory And Peace.

I Will Not Refuse To Do The Something I Can Do.

Take Time Enough For Your Meals, And Eat Them In Company Whenever You Can. There Is No Need For Hurry In Life—least Of All When We Are Eating.

I Am Only One, But I Am One. I Cannot Do Everything, But I Can Do Something. And I Will Not Let What I Cannot Do Interfere With What I Can Do. And By The Grace Of God, I Will.