Cost Is The Father And

Preceptive Wisdom That Has Not Been Vivified By Life Has In Itself No Affinity For Life.

The Faculties Of Our Souls Differ As Widely As The Features Of Our Faces And The Forms Of Our Frames.

There Is No Well-doing, No Godlike Doing, That Is Not Patient Doing.

Ah! Soul Of Mine! Ah! Soul Of Mine! Thy Sluggish Senses Are But Bars That Stand Between Thee And The Stars, And Shut Thee From The World Divine.

We Often Wonder That Certain Men And Women Are Left By God To The Commission Of Sins That Shock Us. We Wonder How, Under The Temptation Of A Single Hour, They Fall From The Very Heights Of Virtue And Of Honor Into Sin And Shame. The Fact Is That There Are No Such Falls As These, Or There Are Next To None. These Men And Women Are Those Who Have Dallied With Temptation--have Exposed Themselves To The Influence Of It, And Have Been Weakened And Corrupted By It.