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Who Makes And Keeps The Jew Or The Negro Base, Who But You, Who Exclude Them From The Rights Which Others Enjoy?

The Mind Does Not Create What It Perceives, Any More Than The Eye Creates The Rose.

Society Is Frivolous, And Shreds Its Day Into Scraps, Its Conversation Into Ceremonies And Escapes.

Times Of Heroism Are Generally Times Of Terror, But The Day Never Shines In Which This Element May Not Work.

If You Would Lift Me Up, You've Got To Be On Higher Ground.