Republics, One After Another . . .

If There Is Anything For Which I Would Go Back To Childhood, And Live This Weary Life Over Again, It Is For The Burning, Exalting, Transporting Thrill And Ecstasy With Which The Young Faculties Hold Their Earliest Communion With Knowledge.

Above All, Let The Poor Hang Up The Amulet Of Temperance In Their Homes.

Under The Sublime Law Of Progress, The Present Outgrows The Past. The Great Heart Of Humanity Is Heaving With The Hopes Of A Brighter Day. All The Higher Instincts Of Our Nature Prophesy Its Approach; And The Best Intellects Of The Race Are Struggling To Turn That Prophecy Into Fulfilment.

We Go By The Major Vote, And If The Majority Are Insane, The Sane Must Go To The Hospital.

Temptation Is A Fearful Word. It Indicates The Beginning Of A Possible Series Of Infinite Evils. It Is The Ringing Of An Alarm Bell, Whose Melancholy Sounds May Reverberate Through Eternity. Like The Sudden, Sharp Cry Of "fire!" Under Our Windows By Night, It Should Rouse Us To Instantaneous Action, And Brace Every Muscle To Its Highest Tension.