The Cry Has Been That When War

Conscience, The Sense Of Right, The Power Of Perceiving Moral Distinctions, The Power Of Discerning Between Justice And Injustice, Excellence And Baseness, Is The Highest Faculty Given Us By God, The Whole Foundation Of Our Responsibility, And Our Sole Capacity For Religion. ...god, In Giving Us Conscience, Has Implanted A Principle Within Us Which Forbids Us To Prostrate Ourselves Before Mere Power, Or To Offer Praise Where We Do Not Discover Worth.

To Extinguish The Free Will Is To Strike The Conscience With Death, For Both Have But One And The Same Life.

Innocent Amusements Are Such As Excite Moderately, And Such As Produce A Cheerful Frame Of Mind, Not Boisterous Mirth; Such As Refresh, Instead Of Exhausting, The System; Such As Recur Frequently, Rather Than Continue Long; Such As Send Us Back To Our Daily Duties Invigorated In Body And Spirit; Such As We Can Partake Of In The Presence And Society Of Respectable Friends; Such As Consist With And Are Favorable To A Grateful Piety; Such As Are Chastened By Self-respect, And Are Accompanied With The Consciousness That Life Has A Higher End Than To Be Amused.

War Is To Be Ranked Among The Most Dreadful Calamities Which Fall On A Guilty World; And, What Deserves Consideration, It Tends To Multiply And Perpetuate Itself Without End. It Feeds And Grows On The Blood Which It Sheds. The Passions, From Which It Springs, Gain Strength And Fury From Indulgence.

All Virtue Lies In Individual Action, In Inward Energy, In Self Determination. There Is No Moral Worth In Being Swept Away By A Crowd Even Toward The Best Objective.