"'The poor ye have with you always,' was uttered by the Son of God.

It was not only a prophecy, but a truth for all ages.

There are grades in life, and who made them?
Man.

Ah, but who made man?
God.
Then who is responsible for the grades?
Nature sets the example of inequality.

One tree is higher than another." His cigar had gone out.
He lighted it again and continued: "Writers who seek to benefit the poor of ten injure them--teach them a dissatisfaction which in its tarn brings a sort of reprisal on the part of capital." "I don't agree with you," said Henry.
"Of course not." "I have cause to know that you are wrong, sir." "You think you have," the merchant replied.
"It is true," Henry admitted, "that we shall always have the poor with us." "I thought so," said Witherspoon.
"But it is not true that an attempt to aid them is harmful.