The Life Of The Soul

No Temple Can Still The Personal Griefs And Strifes In The Breasts Of Its Visitors.

Very Early, I Knew That The Only Object In Life Was To Grow.

We Doubt Not The Destiny Of Our Country That She Is To Accomplish Great Things For Human Nature, And Be The Mother Of A Nobler Race Than The World Has Yet Known. But She Has Been So False To The Scheme Made Out At Her Nativity, That It Is Now Hard To Say Which Way That Destiny Points.

But The Golden-rod Is One Of The Fairy, Magical Flowers; It Grows Not Up To Seek Human Love Amid The Light Of Day, But To Mark To The Discerning What Wealth Lies Hid In The Secret Caves Of Earth.

Some Degree Of Expression Is Necessary For Growth, But It Should Be Little In Proportion To The Full Life.