Souls Live On In Perpetual

Will Not A Tiny Speck Very Close To Our Vision Blot Out The Glory Of The World, And Leave Only A Margin By Which We See The Blot? I Know No Speck So Troublesome As Self.

Justice Is Like The Kingdom Of God--it Is Not Without Us As A Fact, It Is Within Us As A Great Yearning.

The Memory Has As Many Moods As The Temper, And Shifts Its Scenery Like A Diorama.

I Think I Dislike What I Don't Like More Than I Like What I Like.

Failure After Long Perseverance Is Much Grander Than Never To Have A Striving Good Enough To Be Called A Failure.