Remorse Is The Pain Of

Man Is The Highest Product Of His Own History. The Discoverer Finds Nothing So Grand Or Tall As Himself, Nothing So Valuable To Him. The Greatest Star Is At The Small End, Of The Telescope,--the Star That Is Looking, Not Looked After Nor Looked At.

It Takes A Newton To Forge A Newton. What Man Could Have Fabricated A Jesus? None But A Jesus.

It Is Vain To Trust In Wrong; As Much Of Evil, So Much Of Loss, Is The Formula Of Human History.

Humanity Is The Sin Of God

What A Joy Is There In A Good Book, Writ By Some Great Master Of Thought, Who Breaks Into Beauty As In Summer The Meadow Into Grass And Dandelions And Violets, With Geraniums And Manifold Sweetness.