Take Time Enough For Your Meals, And

Behind All These Men You Have To Do With, Behind Officers, And Government, And People Even, There Is The Country Herself, Your Country, And . . . You Belong To Her As You Belong To Your Own Mother. Stand By Her, Boy, As You Would Stand By Your Mother.

Wise Anger Is Like Fire From A Flint: There Is Great Ado To Get It Out; And When It Does Come, It Is Out Again Immediately.

I Can't Do Everything, But That Won't Stop Me From Doing The Little I Can Do.

[s]leep, And Enough Of It, Is The Prime Necessity. Enough Exercise, And Good Food And Enough, Are Other Necessities. But Sleep—good Sleep, And Enough Of It—this Is A Necessity Without Which You Cannot Have The Exercise Of Use, Nor The Food.

The Church Itself Has Got To Go Outside Of Its Own Borders And Carry The Gospel To Ev'ry Creature, Or It Is No Church Of Christ; And Any Mutual Improvement Club Which Thinks That By Reading Its Shakspearo, Or By Acting Its Pretty Tableaux, Or By Having. This Or That Little Reading From Spenser And From Chaucer, It Is Going To Lift Itself Up Into Any Higher Order Of Culture Or Life, Is Wholly Mistaken, Unless As An Essential Part Of Its Duty, It Goes Out Into The World, Finds Those That Are Falling Down, And Lifts Them Up To The Majesty Of Freemen, Who Are Sons Of God.