The Hour Of Justice Does

The Souls Of All Our Brethren Are Ever Hovering About Us, Craving For A Caress, And Only Waiting For The Signal.

Sacrifice May Be A Flower That Virtue Will Pluck On Its Road, But It Was Not To Gather This Flower That Virtue Set Forth On Its Travels.

No Living Creature, Not Even Man, Has Achieved, In The Centre Of His Sphere, What The Bee Has Achieved In Her Own: And Were Some One From Another World To Descend And Ask Of The Earth The Most Perfect Creation Of The Logic Of Life, We Should Needs Have To Offer The Humble Comb Of Honey.

All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To Die A More Painful Death Than The Animals That Know Nothing. A Day Will Come When Science Will Turn Upon Its Error And No Longer Hesitate To Shorten Our Woes. A Day Will Come When It Will Dare And Act With Certainty; When Life, Grown Wiser, Will Depart Silently At Its Hour, Knowing That It Has Reached Its Term.

Physical Suffering Apart, Not A Single Sorrow Exists That Can Touch Us Except Through Our Thoughts.