The One Great Poem Of

The Strength Of A Man Consists In Finding Out The Way God Is Going, And Going That Way.

There Is So Much That Is Deaf And Dumb In Man, And So Much That Is Paralyzed, So Much That Is Shrunken, That Nothing Short Of A Miraculous Touch Of Re-creation Can Make Them At Death Perfect Beings.

Customs Represent The Experience Of Mankind.

If You Are Idle, You Are On The Road To Ruin; And There Are Few Stopping-places Upon It. It Is Rather A Precipice Than A Road

He Is Greatest Whose Strength Carries Up The Most Hearts By The Attraction Of His Own.