Does Not All The Blood

We Often Excuse Our Own Want Of Philanthropy By Giving The Name Of Fanaticism To The More Ardent Zeal Of Others.

O Suffering, Sad Humanity! O Ye Afflicted Ones, Who Lie Steeped To The Lips In Misery, Longing, Yet Afraid To Die, Patient, Though Sorely Tried!

Trust No Future, However Pleasant! Let The Dead Past Bury Its Dead! Act -- Act In The Living Present! Heart Within And God Overhead.

To Say The Least, A Town Life Makes One More Tolerant And Liberal In One's Judgment Of Others.

The Surest Pledge Of A Deathless Name Is The Silent Homage Of Thoughts Unspoken.