It Is A Kind Of Blindness--poverty. We

When One Has Not Father, Or Mother, Or Brother, And All One's Friends Have Barely Bread Enough For Themselves, Life Cannot Be Very Easy, Nor Its Crusts Very Many At Any Time.

One Must Pray First, But Afterwards One Must Help Oneself. God Does Not Care For Cowards.

Petty Laws Breed Great Crimes.

In Its Permission To Man To Render Subject To Him All Other Living Creatures Of The Earth, It Continued The Cruelty Of The Barbarian And The Pagan, And Endowed These With What Appeared A Divine Authority.

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.