We Enter The World Alone, We Leave

I Cut A Hole In My Heart And Wrote With The Blood.

That Which Especially Distinguishes A High Order Of Man From A Low Order Of Man, That Which Constitutes Human Goodness, Human Nobleness, Is Surely Not The Degree Of Enlightenment With Which Men Pursue Their Own Advantage; But It Is Self-forgetfulness; It Is Self-sacrifice; It Is The Disregard Of Personal Pleasure, Personal Indulgence, Personal Advantage, Remote Or Present, Because Some Other Line Of Conduct Is More Right.

I Would Sooner Perish For Ever Than Stoop Down Before A Being Who May Have Power To Crush Me, But Whom My Heart Forbids Me To Reverence.

Who Shall Say That Those Poor Peasants Were Not Acting In The Spirit We Most Venerate, Most Adore; That Theirs Was Not The True Heart Language Which We Cannot Choose But Love? And What Has Been Their Reward? They Have Sent Down Their Name To Be The By-word Of All After Ages; The Worst Reproach Of The Worst Men A Name Convertible With Atheism And Devil-worship.

Just Laws Are No Restraint Upon The Freedom Of The Good, For The Good Man Desires Nothing Which A Just Law Will Interfere With.