It Is Impossible To Comfort Men's Hearts

While Women Weep, As They Do Now, I'll Fight.

Faith And Works Should Travel Side By Side, Step Answering To Step, Like The Legs Of Men Walking. First Faith, And Then Works; And Then Faith Again, And Then Works Again--until They Can Scarcely Distinguish Which Is The One And Which Is The Other.

There Are Men So Incorrigibly Lazy That No Inducement That You Can Offer Will Tempt Them To Work; So Eaten Up By Vice That Virtue Is Abhorrent To Them, And So Inveterately Dishonest That Theft Is To Them A Master Passion. When A Human Being Has Reached That Stage, There Is Only One Course That Can Be Rationally Pursued. Sorrowfully, But Remorselessly, It Must Be Recognized That He Has Become Lunatic, Morally Demented, Incapable Of Self-government, And That Upon Him, Therefore, Must Be Passed The Sentence Of Permanent Seclusion From A World In Which He Is Not Fit To Be At Large.

Some Men's Passion Is For Gold. Some Men's Passion Is For Art. Some Men's Passion Is For Fame. My Passion Is For Souls

Look Well To The Fire Of Your Souls, For The Tendency Of Fire Is To Go Out.