... While The Light Burning Within May

Reform Is Born Of Need, Not Pity. No Vital Movement Of The People Has Worked Down, For Good Or Evil; Fermented, Instead, Carried Up The Heaving, Cloggy Mass.

Men And Women Thought And Did Noble And Mean Things That Would Have Been Impossible To Them Before Or After. A Man Cannot Drink Old Bourbon Long And Remain In His Normal Condition. We Did Not Drink Bourbon, But Blood.

It Is A Mistake To Talk Of The Twilight Of Age, Or The Blurred Sight Of Old People. The Long Day Grows Clearer At Its Close, And The Petty Fogs Of Prejudice Which Rose Between Us And Our Fellows In Youth Melt Away As The Sun Goes Down. At Last We See God's Creatures As They Are.

... While The Light Burning Within May Have Been Divine, The Outer Case Of The Lamp Was Assuredly Cheap Enough.

It Has Happened To Me To Meet Many Of The Men Of My Day Whom The World Agreed To Call Great.