Good discourse sinks differences and seeks agreements.
Civilization degrades the many to exalt the few.
Sympathy wanting, all is wanting; its personal magnetism is the conductor of the sacred spark that lights our atoms, puts us m human communion, and gives us to company, conversation, and ourselves.
Where there is a mother in the home, matters go well.
Action and blood now get the game. Disdain treads on the peaceful name.
While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be.