No Man Knows The Genuineness

Gaiety Is Often The Reckless Ripple Over Depths Of Despair.

The Creed Of A True Saint Is To Make The Best Of Life, And To Make The Most Of It.

Truth Is New, As Well As Old. It Has New Forms; And Where You May Find A New Statement, An Earnest Statement, You May Conclude That By The Law Of Progress It Is More Likely To Be A Correct Statement Than That Which Has Been Repeated For Ages By The Lips Of Tradition.

All Evil, In Fact The Very Existence Of Evil, Is Inexplicable Until We Refer To The Paternity Of God. It Hangs A Huge Blot In The Universe Until The Orb Of Divine Love Rises Behind It. In That Apposition We Detect Its Meaning. It Appears To Us But A Finite Shadow As It Passes Across The Disk Of Infinite Light.

The Conservative May Clamor Against Reform, But He Might As Well Clamor Against The Centrifugal Force. He Sighs For The "good Old Times,"--he Might As Well Wish The Oak Back Into The Acorn.