In General, We Do Well To Let

Science And Art May Invent Splendid Modes Of Illuminating The Apartments Of The Opulent; But These Are All Poor And Worthless Compared With The Common Light Which The Sun Sends Into All Our Windows, Which He Pours Freely, Impartially Over Hill And Valley, Which Kindles Daily The Eastern And Western Sky; And So The Common Lights Of Reason, And Conscience, And Love, Are Of More Worth And Dignity Than The Rare Endowments Which Give Celebrity To A Few.

A Man In Earnest Finds Means Or, If He Cannot Find, Creates Them.

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

To Extinguish The Free Will Is To Strike The Conscience With Death, For Both Have But One And The Same Life.

Every Human Being Has A Work To Carry On Within, Duties To Perform Abroad, Influence To Exert, Which Are Peculiarly His, And Which No Conscience But His Own Can Teach.