The Last Refuge Of Intolerance Is In

In Old Days There Were Angels Who Came And Took Men By The Hand And Led Them Away From The City Of Destruction. We See No White-winged Angels Now. But Yet Men Are Led Away From Threatening Destruction: A Hand Is Put Into Theirs, Which Leads Them Forth Gently Towards A Calm And Bright Land, So That They Look No More Backward; And The Hand May Be A Little Child's.

I Always Think The Flowers Can See Us, And Know What We Are Thinking About.

For Years After Lydgate Remembered The Impression Produced In Him By This Involuntary Appeal-this Cry From Soul To Soul, Without Other Consciousness Than Their Moving With Kindred Natures In The Same Embroiled Medium, The Same Troublous Fitfully-illuminated Life.

The Beginning Of Compunction Is The Beginning Of A New Life.

Miserliness Is A Capital Quality To Run In Families; It's The Safe Side For Madness To Dip On.