No Piled-up Wealth, No Social Station, No

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.

The Brightest Crowns That Are Worn In Heaven Have Been Tried, And Smelted, And Polished And Glorified Through The Furnaces Of Tribulation.

Truth Is New, As Well As Old. It Has New Forms; And Where You May Find A New Statement, An Earnest Statement, You May Conclude That By The Law Of Progress It Is More Likely To Be A Correct Statement Than That Which Has Been Repeated For Ages By The Lips Of Tradition.

There Is Less Misery In Being Cheated Than In That Kind Of Wisdom Which Perceives, Or Thinks It Perceives, That All Mankind Are Cheats.

Nature Satisfies My Thirst; It Feeds My Hunger; It Finds Me Clothing; It Affords Me Shelter; It Wraps Me Around When I Sleep With Beneficent And Watchful Care; And It Takes Me At Last To Its Great Bosom, Where My Ashes Mingle With Their Kindred Dust.