Many A Man Who Might

There Are Interests By The Sacrifice Of Which Peace Is Too Dearly Purchased. One Should Never Be At Peace To The Shame Of His Own Soul--to The Violation Of His Integrity Or Of His Allegiance To God.

I Should Not Like To Preach To A Congregation Who All Believed As I Believe. I Would As Lief Preach To A Basket Of Eggs In Their Smooth Compactness And Oval Formality.

Mercy. That Is The Gospel. The Whole Of It In One Word.

The Child's Grief Throbs Against The Round Of Its Little Heart As Heavily As The Man's Sorrow, And The One Finds As Much Delight In His Kite Or Drum As The Other In Striking The Springs Of Enterprise Or Soaring On The Wings Of Fame.

The Bosom Can Ache Beneath Diamond Brooches; And Many A Blithe Heart Dances Under Coarse Wool.