The Beating On The Tail Of The

I Love To Think Of Nature As An Unlimited Broadcasting Station, Through Which God Speaks To Us Every Hour, If We Will Only Tune In.

Believe. The Promise Of God Are Real. They Are As Real, As Solid, Yes Infinitely More Solid Than This Table Which The Materialist So Thoroughly Believes In. If You Would Only Believe, O Ye Of Little Faith.

The Beating On The Tail Of The Snake May Stop His Progress A Little, But The More Vital Parts Must Be Struck Before His Poisonous Death-dealing Venom Will Be Wiped Out.

My Work Is That Of Keeping Every Operation Down (in Size) So That The Farmer And The Man Farthest Down Can Get Hold Of It.

When Our Thoughts - Which Bring Actions - Are Filled With Hate Against Anyone, Negro Or White, We Are In A Living Hell. That Is As Real As Hell Will Ever Be.