They enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin.
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual
We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.
Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.
For only by unlearning Wisdom comes.
It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.