Some Of My Best Men Are Women!

While Women Weep, As They Do Now, I'll Fight While Little Children Go Hungry, As They Do Now, I'll Fight While Men Go To Prison, In And Out, In And Out, As They Do Now, I'll Fight While There Is A Drunkard Left, While There Is A Poor Lost Girl Upon The Streets, While There Remains One Dark Soul Without The Light Of God, I'll Fight-i'll Fight To The Very End!

There Are Different Kinds Of Fire; There Is False Fire. No One Knows This Better Than We Do, But We Are Not Such Fools As To Refuse Good Bank Notes Because There Are False Ones In Circulation; And Although We See Here And There Manifestations Of What Appears To Us To Be Nothing More Than Mere Earthly Fire, We None The Less Prize And Value, And Seek For The Genuine Fire Which Comes From The Altar Of The Lord.

What Is The Use Of Preaching The Gospel To Men Whose Whole Attention Is Concentrated Upon A Mad, Desperate Struggle To Keep Themselves Alive?

A Man's Labor Is Not Only His Capital But His Life. When It Passes It Returns Never More. To Utilize It, To Prevent Its Wasteful Squandering, To Enable The Poor Man To Bank It Up For Use Hereafter, This Surely Is One Of The Most Urgent Tasks Before Civilization.

There Appears To Be A Deeply Embedded Uneasiness In Our Culture About Throwing Away Junk That Can Be Reused. Perhaps, In Part, It Is Guilt About Consumption. Perhaps It Also Feels Unnatural. Mother Nature Doesn't Throw Stuff Away. Dead Trees, Birds, Beetles And Elephants Are Pretty Quickly Recycled By The System.