Liberty Trains For Liberty.

Lord Of The Springtime, Father Of Flower, Field And Fruit, Smile On Us In These Earnest Days When The Work Is Heavy And The Toil Wearisome; Lift Up Our Hearts, O God, To The Things Worthwhile-sunshine And Night, The Dripping Rain, The Song Of The Birds, Books And Music, And The Voices Of Our Friends. Lift Up Our Hearts To These This Night And Grant Us Thy Peace. Amen.

I Refused To Teach Sunday School. When Archdeacon Henry Phillips, My Last Rector, Died, I Flatly Refused Again To Join Any Church Or Sign Any Church Creed. From My 30th Year On I Have Increasingly Regarded The Church As An Institution Which Defended Such Evils As Slavery, Color Caste, Exploitation Of Labor And War.

It Is, Then, The Strife Of All Honorable Men And Women Of The Twentieth Century To See That In The Future Competition Of The Races The Survival Of The Fittest Shall Mean The Triumph Of The Good, The Beautiful, And The True; That We May Be Able To Preserve For Future Civilization All That Is Really Fine And Noble And Strong, And Not Continue To Put A Premium On Greed And Imprudence And Cruelty.

The World Is Shrinking Together; It Is Finding Itself Neighbor To Itself In Strange, Almost Magic Degree.

Children Learn More From What You Are Than What You Teach.