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God Will Not Make Himself Manifest To Cowards

God Said, I Am Tired Of Kings, I Suffer Them No More; Up To My Ear This Morning Brings The Outrage Of The Poor.

A Mob Cannot Be A Permanency: Everybody's Interest Requires That It Should Not Exist, And Only Justice Satisfies All.

The Dead Sleep In Their Moonless Night; My Business Is With The Living.

To Be Great, You Must Be Misunderstood