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Several Of My Young Acquaintances Are In Their Graves Who Gave Promise Of Making Happy And Useful Citizens And There Is No Question Whatever That Cigarettes Alone Were The Cause Of Their Destruction. No Boy Living Would Commence The Use Of Cigarettes If He Knew What A Useless, Soulless, Worthless Thing They Would Make Of Him.

I Have Seen Myself Lose Intolerance, Narrowness, Bigotry, Complacence, Pride And A Whole Bushel-basket Of Other Intellectual Vices Through My Contact With Nature And With Men. And When You Take Weeds Out Of A Garden It Gives You Room To Grow Flowers. So, Every Time I Lost A Little Self-satisfaction, Or Arrogance, I Could Plant Some Broadness Or Love Of My Own In Its Place, And After A While The Garden Of My Mind Began To Bloom And Be Fragrant And I Found Myself Better Equipped For My Work And More Useful To Others As A Consequence.

Those Who Take Refuge Behind Theological Barbed Wire Fences, Quite Often Wish They Could Have More Freedom Of Thought, But Fear The Change To The Great Ocean Of Truth As They Would A Cold Bath.

Flowers Always Make People Better, Happier, And More Helpful; They Are Sunshine, Food And Medicine For The Soul.

Heredity Is Nothing But Stored Environment.