Love Your Friends And Be Just To

I Admit That Books Were Voted In And Out, And That The Bible Was Finally Formed In Accordance With A Vote.

If God Objected To [people With Various Handicaps], He Ought Not Have Created Such People.

I Admit That Reason Is A Small And Feeble Flame, A Flickering Torch By Stumblers Carried In The Star-less Night, - Blown And Flared By Passion's Storm, - And Yet, It Is The Only Light. Extinguish That, And Nought Remains.

Joy Is Wealth And Love Is The Legal Tender Of The Soul.

They Who Stand With Breaking Hearts Around This Little Grave, Need Have No Fear. The Larger And The Nobler Faith In All That Is, And Is To Be, Tells Us That Death, Even At Its Worst, Is Only Perfect Rest ... The Dead Do Not Suffer.