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The Human Soul Is God's Treasury, Out Of Which He Coins Unspeakable Riches.

When A Nation's Young Men Are Conservative, Its Funeral Bell Is Already Rung.

I Will Not Say It Is Not Christian To Make Beads Of Others Faults, And Tell Them Over Every Day; I Say It Is Infernal. If You Want To Know How The Devil Feels, You Do Know, If You Are Such An One.

Every Artist Dips His Brush In His Own Soul, And Paints His Own Nature Into His Pictures.

A Practical, Matter-of-fact Man Is Like A Wagon Without Springs: Every Single Pebble On The Road Jolts Him; But A Man With Imagination Has Springs That Break The Jar And Jolt.