Some Men's Passion Is For Gold. Some

While Women Weep, As They Do Now, I'll Fight.

I Must Go, Not Only To Those Who Need Me, But To Those Who Need Me Most.

A Man's Labor Is Not Only His Capital But His Life. When It Passes It Returns Never More. To Utilize It, To Prevent Its Wasteful Squandering, To Enable The Poor Man To Bank It Up For Use Hereafter, This Surely Is One Of The Most Urgent Tasks Before Civilization.

Put Your Ear Down To The Bible, And Hear Him Bid You Go And Pull Sinners Out Of The Fire Of Sin. Put Your Ear Down To The Burdened, Agonized Heart Of Humanity, And Listen To Its Pitiful Wail For Help.

Secular Music, Do You Say, Belongs To The Devil? Does It? Well, If It Did I Would Plunder Him For It, For He Has No Right To A Single Note Of The Whole Seven. Every Note, And Every Strain, And Every Harmony Is Divine, And Belongs To Us.