I Am The Inferior Of Any Man

Do Not Lounge In The Cities! There Is Room & Health In The Country, Away From The Crowds Of Idlers & Imbeciles. Go West, Before You Are Fitted For No Life But That Of The Factory.

Great Grief Makes Sacred Those Upon Whom Its Hand Is Laid. Joy May Elevate, Ambition Glorify, But Sorrow Alone Can Consecrate.

Ah! If The Pulpit Would Practice What It Preaches, Then All Would Be Well.

There Is No Bigotry Like That Of "free Thought" Run To Seed.

Duty And To-day Are Ours; Results And Futurity Belong To God.