Work And Wait, Work And Wait Is

There Is Really Nothing Left To A Genuine Idle Man, Who Possesses Any Considerable Degree Of Vital Power, But Sin.

God Be Thanked That There Are Some In The World To Whose Hearts The Barnacles Will Not Cling.

Patience, Persistence, And Power To Do Are Only Acquired By Work.

The Cry Of The Soul Is For Freedom. It Longs For Liberty, From The Date Of Its First Conscious Moments.

Ideals Are The World's Masters.