One Of The Deepest Impulses In Man

We Cannot Hand Our Faith To One Another.... Even In The Middle Ages, When Faith Was Theoretically Uniform, It Was Always Practically Individual.

Too Much Agreement Kills The Chat.

If American Politics Does Not Look To You Like A Joke, A Tragic Dance; If You Have Enough Blindness Left In You, On Any Plea, On Any Excuse, To Vote For The Democratic Party Or The Republican Party (for At Present Machine And Party Are One), Or For Any Candidate Who Does Not Stand For A New Era, -- Then You Yourself Pass Into The Slide Of The Magic-lantern; You Are An Exhibit, A Quaint Product, A Curiosity Of The American Soil. You Are Part Of The Problem.

People Who Love Soft Methods And Hate Iniquity Forget This; That Reform Consists In Taking A Bone From A Dog. Philosophy Will Not Do It.

The Men And Woman Who Make The Best Boon Companions Seem To Have Given Up Hope Of Doing Something Else...some Defect Of Talent Or Opportunity Has Cut Them Off From Their Pet Ambition And Has Thus Left Them With Leisure To Take An Interest In Their Lives Of Others. Your Ambition May Be, It Makes Him Keep His Thoughts At Home. But The Heartbroken People - If I May Use The Word In A Mild, Benevolent Sense - The People Whose Wills Are Subdued To Fate, Give Us Consolation, Recognition, And Welcome.