Three Fishers Went Sailing Away To The

Oh! That We Two Were Maying Down The Stream Of The Soft Spring Breeze; Like Children With Violets Playing, In The Shade Of The Whispering Trees.

Are Gods More Ruthless Than Mortals? Have They No Mercy For Youth? No Love For The Souls Who Have Loved Them?

We Ought To Reverence Books; To Look On Them As Useful And Mighty Things. If They Are Good And True, Whether They Are About Religion, Politics, Farming, Trade, Law, Or Medicine, They Are The Message Of Christ, The Maker Of All Things - The Teacher Of All Truth.

I Am Not Aware That Payment, Or Even Favors, However Gracious, Bind Any Man's Soul And Conscience In Questions Of Highest Morality And Highest Importance.

He Was One Of Those Men Who Possess Almost Every Gift, Except The Gift Of The Power To Use Them.