Progress, Of The Best Kind, Is Comparatively

What We Are Accustomed To Decry As Great Social Evils, Will, For The Most Part, Be Found To Be Only The Out-growth Of Our Own Perverted Life; And Though We May Endeavor To Cut Them Down And Extirpate Them By Means Of Law, They Will Only Spring Up Again With Fresh Luxuriance In Some Other Form, Unless The Conditions Of Human Life And Character Are Radically Improved.

The Great And Good Do No Die Even In This World. Embalmed In Books, Their Spirits Walk Abroad. The Book Is A Living Voice. It Is An Intellect To Which One Still Listens.

Energy Enables A Man To Force His Way Through Irksome Drudgery And Dry Details And Caries Him Onward And Upward To Every Station In Life.

It's Not Enough To Have A Dream, Unless You're Willing To Pursue It. It's Not Enough To Know What's Right, Unless You're Strong Enough To Do It. It's Not Enough To Learn The Truth, Unless You Also Learn To Live It. It's Not Enough To Reach For Love, Unless You Care Enough To Give It Men Who Are Resolved To Find A Way For Themselves Will Always Find Opportunities Enough; And If They Do Not Find Them, They Will Make Them.

If Character Be Irrecoverably Lost, Then Indeed There Will Be Nothing Left Worth Saving.