I Would Rather Believe Something

There Can Be No Permanent Disfranchised Peasantry In The United States.

My God! What Is There In This Place That A Man Should Ever Want To Get Into It?

Wherever A Ship Ploughs The Sea, Or A Plough Furrows The Field; Wherever A Mine Yields Its Treasure; Wherever A Ship Or A Railroad Train Carries Freight To Market; Wherever The Smoke Of The Furnace Rises, Or The Clang Of The Loom Resounds; Even In The Lonely Garret Where The Seamstress Plies Her Busy Needle--there Is Industry.

In The Minds Of Most Men, The Kingdom Of Opinion Is Divided Into Three Territories,--the Territory Of Yes, The Territory Of No, And A Broad, Unexplored Middle Ground Of Doubt.

A Brave Man Is A Man Who Dares To Look The Devil In The Face And Tell Him He Is A Devil.