I Am Not Waiting For A Move

Secular Music, Do You Say, Belongs To The Devil? Does It? Well, If It Did I Would Plunder Him For It, For He Has No Right To A Single Note Of The Whole Seven. Every Note, And Every Strain, And Every Harmony Is Divine, And Belongs To Us.

We Have To Recognise, That The Gin-palace, Like Many Other Evils, Although As Poisonous, Is Still A Natural Outgrowth Of Our Social Conditions. The Tap-room In Many Cases Is The Poor Man's Only Parlour. Many A Man Takes To Beer, Not From The Love Of Beer, But From A Natural Craving For The Light, Warmth, Company, And Comfort Which Is Thrown In Along With The Beer, And Which He Cannot Get Excepting By Buying Beer. Reformers Will Never Get Rid Of The Drink Shop Until They Can Outbid It In The Subsidiary Attractions Which It Offers To Its Customers.

Put Your Ear Down To The Bible, And Hear Him Bid You Go And Pull Sinners Out Of The Fire Of Sin. Put Your Ear Down To The Burdened, Agonized Heart Of Humanity, And Listen To Its Pitiful Wail For Help.

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.

While Women Weep, As They Do Now, I'll Fight.