Repentance Is The Turning Of The Soul

Now Comes The Mystery.

It Is Not Merely Cruelty That Leads Men To Love War, It Is Excitement.

We Sleep, But The Loom Of Life Never Stops, And The Pattern Which Was Weaving When The Sun Went Down Is Weaving When It Comes Up In The Morning.

He That Would Look With Contempt On The Pursuits Of The Farmer, Is Not Worthy The Name Of A Man.

Many A Man Has Been Dined Out Of His Religion, And His Politics, And His Manhood, Almost.