Such Power There Is In Clear-eyed Self-restraint.

There Comes Emerson First, Whose Rich Words, Every One, Are Like Gold Nails In Temples To Hang Trophies On.

We Kind O' Thought Christ Went Agin War An' Pillage.

For Men In Earnest Have No Time To Waste In Patching Fig-leaves For The Naked Truth.

Ef You Want Peace, The Thing You've Gut To Du Is Jes' To Show You're Up To Fightin', Tu.

Life Is Constantly Weighing Us In Very Sensitive Scales, And Telling Every One Of Us Precisely What His Real Weight Is To The Last Grain Of Dust.