There Is Such A Thing As Honest

Objects Close To The Eye Shut Out Much Larger Objects On The Horizon; And Splendors Born Only Of The Earth Eclipse The Stars. So A Man Sometimes Covers Up The Entire Disk Of Eternity With A Dollar, And Quenches Transcendent Glories With A Little Shining Dust.

For Soon, Very Soon Do Men Forget Their Friends Upon Whom Death's Seal Is Set.

The Essence Of Justice Is Mercy. Making A Child Suffer For Wrong-doing Is Merciful To The Child. There Is No Mercy In Letting The Child Have Its Own Will, Plunging Headlong To Destruction With The Bits In Its Mouth. There Is No Mercy To Society Nor To The Criminal If The Wrong Is Not Repressed And The Right Vindicated. We Injure The Culprit Who Comes Up To Take His Proper Doom At The Bar Of Justice, If We Do Not Make Him Feel That He Has Done A Wrong Thing. We May Deliver His Body From The Prison, But Not At The Expense Of Justice Nor To His Own Injury.

If One's Conscience Be Dead As A Stone, It Is As Heavy Too.

The Soul, Like The Body, Acquires Vigor By The Exercise Of All Its Faculties. In The Midst Of The World, In Overcoming Difficulties, In Conquering Selfishness, Indolence, And Fear--in All The Occasions Of Duty, It Employs, And Reveals By Employing, Energies That Render It Efficient And Robust--that Broaden Its Scope, Adjust Its Powers, And Mature It With A Rich Experience.