Love Is The Life Of The Soul.

The Chief Evil Of War Is More Evil. War Is The Concentration Of All Human Crimes. Here Is Its Distinguishing, Accursed Brand. Under Its Standard Gather Violence, Malignity, Rage, Fraud, Perfidy, Rapacity, And Lust. If It Only Slew Man, It Would Do Little. It Turns Man Into A Beast Of Prey.

Science And Art May Invent Splendid Modes Of Illuminating The Apartments Of The Opulent; But These Are All Poor And Worthless Compared With The Common Light Which The Sun Sends Into All Our Windows, Which He Pours Freely, Impartially Over Hill And Valley, Which Kindles Daily The Eastern And Western Sky; And So The Common Lights Of Reason, And Conscience, And Love, Are Of More Worth And Dignity Than The Rare Endowments Which Give Celebrity To A Few.

War Is To Be Ranked Among The Most Dreadful Calamities Which Fall On A Guilty World; And, What Deserves Consideration, It Tends To Multiply And Perpetuate Itself Without End. It Feeds And Grows On The Blood Which It Sheds. The Passions, From Which It Springs, Gain Strength And Fury From Indulgence.

The Great Hope Of Society Is In Individual Character

All Virtue Lies In Individual Action, In Inward Energy, In Self Determination. There Is No Moral Worth In Being Swept Away By A Crowd Even Toward The Best Objective.