Labor Is The Only Prayer That Nature

I Hate Above All Things A Cross Man. What Right Has He To Murder The Sunshine Of A Day? What Right Has He To Assassinate The Joy Of Life? When You Go Home, You Ought To Go Like A Ray Of Light-so That It Will, Even In The Night, Burst Out Of The Doors And Windows And Illuminate The Darkness.

To Avoid Pain We Must Know The Conditions Of Health. For The Accomplishment Of This End We Must Rely Upon Investigation Instead Of Faith, Upon Labor In Place Of Prayer. Most Misery Is Produced By Ignorance. Passions Sow The Seeds Of Pain.

Good Nature Is The Cheapest Commodity In The World.

Ignorance Is The Soil In Which Belief In Miracles Grows.

To Plow Is To Pray; To Plant Is To Prophesy, And The Harvest Answers And Fulfills.