Above All, Let The Poor

Lost, Yesterday, Somewhere Between Sunrise And Sunset, Two Golden Hours, Each Set With Sixty Diamond Minutes. No Reward Is Offered For They Are Gone Forever.

So, In The Infinitely Nobler Battle In Which You Are Engaged Against Error And Wrong, If Ever Repulsed Or Stricken Down, May You Always Be Solaced And Cheered By The Exulting Cry Of Triumph Over Some Abuse In Church Or State, Some Vice Or Folly In Society, Some False Opinion Or Cruelty Or Guilt Which You Have Overcome! And I Beseech You To Treasure Up In Your Hearts These My Parting Words: Be Ashamed To Die Until You Have Won Some Victory For Humanity.

Be Ashamed To Die Until You Have Won Some Victory For Humanity.

It Is More Difficult, And It Calls For Higher Energies Of Soul, To Live A Martyr Than To Die One.

Reproof Is A Medicine, Like Mercury Or Opium; If It Be Improperly Administered, It Will Do Harm Instead Of Good.