I Am Not Waiting For A Move

A Man's Labor Is Not Only His Capital But His Life. When It Passes It Returns Never More. To Utilize It, To Prevent Its Wasteful Squandering, To Enable The Poor Man To Bank It Up For Use Hereafter, This Surely Is One Of The Most Urgent Tasks Before Civilization.

There Are Men So Incorrigibly Lazy That No Inducement That You Can Offer Will Tempt Them To Work; So Eaten Up By Vice That Virtue Is Abhorrent To Them, And So Inveterably Dishonest That Theft Is To Them A Master Passion.

Some Men's Passion Is For Gold. Some Men's Passion Is For Art. Some Men's Passion Is For Fame. My Passion Is For Souls

We Must Wake Ourselves Up! Or Somebody Else Will Take Our Place, And Bear Our Cross, And Thereby Rob Us Of Our Crown.

Can We Go Too Fast In Saving Souls? If Anyone Still Wants A Reply, Let Him Ask The Lost Souls In Hell.