We Cannot Tear Out A Single Page

It Seems To Me That The Earth Belongs To God Who Made It And Entrusted It To Men As A Perpetual Home. But It Cannot Have Been Part Of His Plan That Some Men Should Be Ill With Overfeeding And That Others Should Die Of Starvation. No Matter What Anyone Can Say They Cannot Prevent Me From Feeling Sad And Angry When I See A Beggar Crying At A Rich Man's Door.

Time Is Always Wanting To Me, And I Cannot Meet With A Single Day When I Am Nut Hurried Along, Driven To By Wits'-end By Urgent Work, Business To Attent Do Or Some Service To Render.

A Woman, When She Is Heroic, Is Not Heroic By Halves.

Death Must No Longer Be Either The Penalty For Prosperity Or The Consolation Of Misery. God Did Not Destine It To Be Either The Punishment Or The Compensation For Life.

When I Tried To Draw Near, You Dissolved Into Air Before My Lips Could Touch You...