There Can Be No Excess To Love,

If There Be Any Man Who Thinks The Ruin Of A Race Of Men A Small Matter, Compared With The Last Decoration And Completions Of Hisown Comfort,--who Would Not So Much As Part With His Ice- Cream, To Save Them From Rapine And Manacles, I Think I Must Not Hesitate To Satisfy That Man That Also His Cream And Vanilla Are Safer And Cheaper By Placing The Negro Nation On A Fair Footing Than By Robbing Them.

The Language Of The Street Is Always Strong.

The Heroic Soul Does Not Sell Its Justice And Its Nobleness.

It Seems As If The Day Was Not Wholly Profane In Which We Have Given Heed To Some Natural Object.

Thought Is The Blossom; Language The Bud; Action The Fruit Behind It.