Every Human Being Is A Volume, Worthy

One Of The Tremendous Evils Of The World, Is The Monstrous Accumulation Of Power In A Few Hands.

A Clear Thought, A Pure Affection, A Resolute Act Of A Virtuous Will, Have A Dignity Of Quite Another Kind, And Far Higher Than Accumulations Of Brick And Granite And Plaster And Stucco, However Cunningly Put Together.

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.

It Is Far More Important To Me To Preserve An Unblemished Conscience Than To Compass Any Object However Great.

What A Sublime Doctrine It Is, That Goodness Cherished Now Is Eternal Life Already Entered On!