This Is The Essential Evil Of Vice:

Heaven Never Defaults. The Wicked Are Sure Of Their Wages, Sooner Or Later.

No Man Knows The Genuineness Of His Convictions Until He Has Sacrificed Something For Them.

It Is Not Enjoined Upon Us To Forget, But We Are Told To Forgive, Our Enemies.

Profaneness Is A Brutal Vice. He Who Indulges In It Is No Gentleman, I Care Not What His Stamp May Be In Society; I Care Not What Clothes He Wears, Or What Culture He Boasts.

Honor To The Idealists, Whether Philosophers Or Poets. They Have Improved Us By Mingling With Our Daily Pursuits Great And Transcendent Conceptions. They Have Thrown Around Our Sensual Life The Grandeur Of A Better, And Drawn Us Up From Contacts With The Temporal And The Selfish To Communion With Beauty And Truth And Goodness.