Freedom To Preach Was First

Write On My Gravestone: 'infidel, Traitor.', Infidel To Every Church That Compromises With Wrong; Traitor To Every Government That Oppresses The People.

Political Convulsions, Like Geological Upheavings Usher In New Epochs Of The World's Progress.

Every Man Meets His Waterloo At Last.

The Work Resembles A Breech Delivery-one Which Is Expressed In Rhythmic Lurches, Stabs Of Phrase And Vocal Ornamentation Designed To Express Agitation Rather Than Decorative Grace.

The Reformer Is Careless Of Numbers, Disregards Popularity, And Deals Only With Ideas, Conscience, And Common Sense. He Feels, With Copernicus, That As God Waited Long For An Interpreter, So He Can Wait For His Followers.