The Weak Sinews Become Strong By Their

There Is No Tariff So Injurious As That With Which Sectarian Bigotry Guards Its Commodities. It Dwarfs The Soul By Shutting Out Truths From Other Continents Of Thought, And Checks The Circulation Of Its Own.

The Way To Overcome Evil Is To Love Something That Is Good.

It Is Not Death To Have The Body Called Back To The Earth, And Dissolved Into Its Kindred Elements, And Mouldered To Dust, And, It May Be, Turn To Daisies, In The Grave. But It Is Death To Have The Soul Paralyzed, Its Inner Life Quenched, Its Faculties Dissipated; That Is Death.

Many A Man Who Might Walk Over Burning Ploughshares Into Heaven Stumbles From The Path Because There Is Gravel In His Shoes.

If One's Conscience Be Dead As A Stone, It Is As Heavy Too.