Never Violate The Sacredness Of

The Miser, Starving His Brother's Body, Starves Also His Own Soul, And At Death Shall Creep Out Of His Great Estate Of Injustice, Poor And Naked And Miserable

It Is Vain To Trust In Wrong; As Much Of Evil, So Much Of Loss, Is The Formula Of Human History.

Let Us Do Our Duty In Our Shop Or Our Kitchen, In The Market, The Street, The Office, The School, The Home, Just As Faithfully As If We Stood In The Front Rank Of Some Great Battle, And Knew That Victory For Mankind Depended On Our Bravery, Strength, And Skill. When We Do That, The Humblest Of Us Will Be Serving In That Great Army Which Achieves The Welfare Of The World.

Remorse Is The Pain Of Sin.

Silence Is A Figure Of Speech, Unanswerable, Short, Cold, But Terribly Severe.