There Is No Conflict Between

There Is A Loftier Ambition Than Merely To Stand High In The World. It Is To Stoop Down And Lift Mankind A Little Higher.

We May Be Able To Tell How Many Stars Are In The Milky Way; We May Be Able To Count The Petals Of Every Flower, And Number The Bones Of Every Bird; But Unless Faith Leads Us To A Deeper Understanding, A More Reverent Comprehension Of The Significance Of The Universe, God Can Be No More Pleased With Our Knowledge Than The Painter Is Pleased With The Fly Which Touches His Picture With Its Feelers, And Sips The Varnish From The Surface, And Dies Without Dreaming Of The Meaning, Thought, Feeling, Embodied In The Colors.

Spend As Much Time As Possible, With Body And With Spirit In God's Out-of-doors.

The Storm Is Ended! The Impartial Sunlaughs Down Upon The Battle Lost And Won,and Crowns The Triumph Of The Cloudy Hostin Rolling Lines Retreating To The Coast.

Come, My Friend, Forget Your Foes, And Leave Your Fears Behind, And Wander Forth To Try Your Luck, With Cheerful, Quiet Mind; For Be Your Fortune Great Or Small, You Take What God Will Give, And All The Day Your Heart Will Say, "'tis Luck Enough To Live.