Clemens was sole, incomparable, the Lincoln of our literature

The life of Christ, it wasn't only in healing the sick and going about to do good; it was suffering for the sins of others.

That's what is driving a girl like Margaret Vance, who has everything that the world can offer her young beauty, on to the work of a Sister of Charity among the poor and the dying.

The wrecks of slavery are fast growing a fungus crop of sentiment.

We live, but a world has passed away With the years that perished to make us men.

If we love mankind, pity them, we even wish to suffer for them.

Lord, for the erring thought Not into evil wrought: Lord, for the wicked will Betrayed and baffled still: For the heart from itself kept, Our thanksgiving accept.