Intellect is the soul of man, the only immortal part of him.

There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief.

It is the feeling of injustice that is insupportable to all men.

Not one false man but doth uncountable evil.

This is the eternal law of Nature for a man, my beneficent Exeter-Hall friends; this, that he shall be permitted, encouraged, and if need be, compelled to do what work the Maker of him has intended by the making of him for this world! Not that he should eat pumpkin with never such felicity in the West India Islands is, or can be, the blessedness of our Black friend; but that he should do useful work there, according as the gifts have been bestowed on him for that.

Look around you. Your world-hosts are all in mutiny, in confusion, destitution; on the eve of fiery wreck and madness! They will not march farther for you, on the sixpence a day and supply-demand principle; they will not; nor ought they, nor can they. Ye shall reduce them to order, begin reducing them. to order, to just subordination; noble loyalty in return for noble guidance. Their souls are driven nigh mad; let yours be sane and ever saner.

Is man’s civilization only a wrappage, through which the savage nature of him can still burst, infernal as ever?