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The Moment That Law Is Destroyed, Liberty Is Lost, And Men, Left Free To Enter Upon The Domains Of Each Other, Destroy Each Other's Rights, And Invade The Field Of Each Other's Liberty.

This World Of Sense, Built By The Imagination--how Fair And Foul It Is! Like A Fairy Island In The Sea Of Life, It Smiles In Sunlight And Sleeps In Green, Known Of The World Not By Communion Of Knowledge, But By Personal, Secret Discovery!

The Sweetest Type Of Heaven Is Home - Nay, Heaven Is The Home For Whose Acquisition We Are To Strive The Most Strongly. Home, In One Form And Another, Is The Great Object Of Life. It Stands At The End Of Every Day's Labor, And Beckons Us To Its Bosom; An Life Would Be Cheerless And Meaningless, Did We Not Discern Across The River That Divides Us From The Life Beyond, Glimpses Of The Pleasant Mansions Prepared For Us.

A Nation Is A Thing That Lives And Acts Like A Man And Men Are The Particles Of Which It Is Composed.

Doubtless The World Is Wicked Enough; But It Will Not Be Improved By The Extension Of A Spirit Which Self-righteously Sees More To Reform Outside Of Itself Than In Itself.