Idleness Is The Sepulchre Of A Living

Immortality--twin Sister Of Eternity.

There Are Crowds Who Trample A Flower Into The Dust Without Thinking Once That They Have One Of The Sweetest Thoughts Of God Under Their Heel.

I Count This Thing To Be Grandly True: That A Noble Deed Is A Step Toward God-- Lifting The Soul From The Common Clod To A Purer Air And A Broader View.

Childhood May Do Without A Grand Purpose, But Manhood Cannot.

There Is A Contemptibly Quiet Path For All Those Who Are Afraid Of The Blows And Clamor Of Opposing Forces. There Is No Honorable Fighting For A Man Who Is Not Ready To Forget That He Has A Head To Be Battered And A Name To Be Bespattered. Truth Wants No Champion Who Is Not As Ready To Be Struck As To Strike For Her.