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

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.

Song is the heroics of speech.

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

Government is emphatically a machine: to the discontented a taxing machine, to the contented a machine for securing property.

Labor is life: from the inmost heart of the worker rises his God-given force, the sacred celestial life-essence breathed into him by Almighty God!

Without kindness there can be no true joy.