The mosquito inflicts his sting upon the place whence he draws his life.
Not unlike this venomed insect is the person who, through malice, wounds
the feelings of a human being. There seems to be in certain organizations
the poison of hatred, and woe betide those on whom it falls. The heart
that can take delight in saying cruel things, in raising unkind doubts or
starting unpleasant thoughts, ought never to have had a human face to hide
behind. Such an individual ought to crawl in its native shape that it
might be crushed under the heel of scorn.
The only way to treat a human viper is to keep away from it, ignore its
presence, and to shut the ears to its venomed hiss. We know of no more
cruel occupation than wounding human hearts and human feelings.
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A great many men believe in providence until they get caught in a railroad
accident.
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Treasures well used on earth will help the world more than treasures laid
up in heaven.