Whenever The Pulpit Is Usurped By A

Why Should We Assume The Faults Of Our Friend, Or Wife, Or Father, Or Child, Because They Sit Around Our Hearth, Or Are Said To Have The Same Blood?

What You Do Speaks So Loud That I Cannot Hear What You Say.

Though We Love Goodness And Not Stealing, Yet Also We Love Freedom And Not Preaching.

Keep Cool: It Will Be All One A Hundred Years Hence.

But I Go With My Friend To The Shore Of Our Little River, And With One Stroke Of The Paddle, I Leave The Village Politics And Personalities, Yes, And The World Of Villages And Personalities Behind, And Pass Into A Delicate Realm Of Sunset And Moonlight, Too Bright Almost For Spotted Man To Enter Without Novitiate And Probation.