Life Itself Suggests A Higher Good Than

Let Every Man Be Free To Act From His Own Conscience; But Let Him Remember That Other People Have Consciences Too; And Let Not His Liberty Be So Expansive That In Its Indulgence It Jars And Crashes Against The Liberty Of Others.

The Essence Of Justice Is Mercy. Making A Child Suffer For Wrong-doing Is Merciful To The Child. There Is No Mercy In Letting The Child Have Its Own Will, Plunging Headlong To Destruction With The Bits In Its Mouth. There Is No Mercy To Society Nor To The Criminal If The Wrong Is Not Repressed And The Right Vindicated. We Injure The Culprit Who Comes Up To Take His Proper Doom At The Bar Of Justice, If We Do Not Make Him Feel That He Has Done A Wrong Thing. We May Deliver His Body From The Prison, But Not At The Expense Of Justice Nor To His Own Injury.

Life Itself Suggests A Higher Good Than Life Itself Can Yield.

Under The Shadow Of Earthly Disappointment, All Unconscious To Ourselves, Our Divine Redeemer Is Walking By Our Side.

The Devil Has Been Painted Swarthy, Cloven-footed, Horned, And Hideous. Do We Expect To See Him In That Shape? O, Surely It Would Be Better For Us, If He Did Come In That Shape! The Trouble Is The Devil Never Does Come In That Shape. He Comes By Chance, With Unregistered Signals, And In All Sorts Of Counterfeit Presentiments.