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There Is A Contemptibly Quiet Path For All Those Who Are Afraid Of The Blows And Clamor Of Opposing Forces. There Is No Honorable Fighting For A Man Who Is Not Ready To Forget That He Has A Head To Be Battered And A Name To Be Bespattered. Truth Wants No Champion Who Is Not As Ready To Be Struck As To Strike For Her.

Responsibility Walks Hand In Hand With Capacity And Power.

So I Take My Life As I Find It, As A Life Full Of Grand Advantages That Are Linked Indissolubly To My Noblest Happiness And My Everlasting Safety. I Believe That Infinite Love Ordained It, And That, If I Bow Willingly, Tractably, And Gladly To Its Discipline, My Father Will Take Care Of It.

We Work And That Is Godlike.

My God! I Thank Thee For The Bath Of Sleep, That Wraps In Balm My Weary Heart And Brain, And Drowns Within Its Waters Still And Deep My Sorrow And My Pain. I Thank Thee For My Dreams, Which Loose The Bond That Binds My Spirit To Its Daily Load, And Give It Angel Wings, To Fly Beyond Its Slumber-bound Abode.