Nothing With God Can Be

The Strength Of Criticism Lies In The Weakness Of The Thing Criticized.

The Grave Itself Is But A Covered Bridge, Leading From Light To Light, Through A Brief Darkness!

Where, Twisted Round The Barren Oak, The Summer Vine In Beauty Clung, And Summer Winds The Stillness Broke, The Crystal Icicle Is Hung.

Wondrous Strong Are The Spells Of Fiction.

Write On Your Doors The Saying Wise And Old, "be Bold! Be Bold!" And Everywhere - "be Bold; Be Not Too Bold!" Yet Better The Excess Than The Defect; Better The More Than Less; Better Like Hector In The Field To Die, Than Like A Perfumed Paris Turn And Fly.