Without Dreams And Phantoms Man Cannot Exist.

We Are A Race Of Women That Of Old Knew No Fear And Feared No Death, And Lived Great Lives And Hoped Great Hopes; And If Today Some Of Us Have Fallen On Evil And Degenerate Times, There Moves In Us Yet The Throb Of The Old Blood.

Slavery May, Perhaps, Be Best Compared To The Infantile Disease Of Measles; A Complaint Which So Commonly Attacks The Young Of Humanity In Their Infancy, And When Gone Through At That Period Leaves Behind It So Few Fatal Marks; But Which When It Normally Attacks The Fully Developed Adult Becomes One Of The Most Virulent And Toxic Of Diseases, Often Permanently Poisoning The Constitution Where It Does Not End In Death.

The Nations Which Have Received And In Any Way Dealt Fairly And Mercifully With The Jew Have Prospered, And The Nations That Have Tortured And Oppressed Him Have Written Out Their Own Curse.

The Brain Works Better If The Hand Works Too.

Now We Have No God. We Have Had Two: The Old God That Our Fathers Handed Down To Us, That We Hated, And Never Liked; The New One That We Made For Ourselves, That We Loved; But Now He Has Flitted Away From Us, And We See What He Was Made Of - The Shadow Of Our Highest Ideal, Crowned And Throned. Now We Have No God.