That Amid Our Highest Civilization Men Faint

A Good, Very Good, Not To Say Admirable Schoolmaster, But Then He Is Only A Schoolmaster.

Passing Into Higher Forms Of Desire, That Which Slumbered In The Plant, And Fitfully Stirred In The Beast, Awakes In The Man.

That Amid Our Highest Civilization Men Faint And Die With Want Is Not Due To The Niggardliness Of Nature, But To The Injustice Of Man.

It Is Not The Business Of Government To Make Men Virtuous Or Religious, Or To Preserve The Fool From The Consequences Of His Own Folly.

Whoever Becomes Imbued With A Noble Idea Kindles A Flame From Which Other Torches Are Lit, And Influences Those With Whom He Comes In Contact, Be They Few Or Many. How Far That Influence, Thus Perpetuated, May Extend, It Is Not Given To Him Here To See.