Wherever You See A Man Who Gives

Our Goodness Comes Solely From Thinking On Goodness; Our Wickedness From Thinking On Wickedness. We Too Are The Victims Of Our Own Contemplation.

People Get So In The Habit Of Worry That If You Save Them From Drowning And Put Them On A Bank To Dry In The Sun With Hot Chocolate And Muffins They Wonder Whether They Are Catching Cold.

If American Politics Does Not Look To You Like A Joke, A Tragic Dance; If You Have Enough Blindness Left In You, On Any Plea, On Any Excuse, To Vote For The Democratic Party Or The Republican Party (for At Present Machine And Party Are One), Or For Any Candidate Who Does Not Stand For A New Era, -- Then You Yourself Pass Into The Slide Of The Magic-lantern; You Are An Exhibit, A Quaint Product, A Curiosity Of The American Soil. You Are Part Of The Problem.

Attack Another's Rights And You Destroy Your Own.

Too Much Agreement Kills The Chat.