When Our Children Die, We Drop Them

They Who Refuse Education To A Black Man Would Turn The South Into A Vast Poorhouse, And Labor Into A Pendulum, Necessity Vibrating Between Poverty And Indolence.

Death Is The Christian's Vacation Morning. School Is Out. It Is Time To Go Home.

Going Out Into Life--that Is Dying. Christ Is The Door Out Of Life.

There Is A Temperate Zone In The Mind, Between Luxurious Indolence And Exacting Work; And It Is To This Region, Just Between Laziness And Labor, That Summer Reading Belongs.

Love Without Faith Is As Bad As Faith Without Love.