We Seem Never To Know

Man Is Not To Be Comprehended As A Starting-point, Or Progress As A Goal, Without Those Two Great Forces , Faith And Love . Prayer Is Sublime.

One Man Is Equivalent To All Creation. One Man Is A World In Miniature.

Pride Is Not The Heritage Of Man; Humility Should Dwell With Frailty, And Atone For Ignorance, Error, And Imperfection.

If The Soul Sees, After Death , What Passes On This Earth , And Watches Over The Welfare Of Those It Loves, Then Must Its Greatest Happiness Consist In Seeing The Current Of Its Beneficent Influences Widening Out From Age To Age, As Rivulets Widen Into Rivers, And Aiding To Shape The Destinies Of Individuals, Families, States, The World; And Its Bitterest Punishment, In Seeing Its Evil Influences Causing Mischief And Misery , And Cursing And Afflicting Men, Long After The Frame It Dwelt In Has Become Dust, And When Both Name And Memory Are Forgotten.

A Dim Consciousness Of Infinite Mystery And Grandeur Lies Beneath All The Commonplace Of Life . There Is An Awfulness And A Majesty Around Us, In All Our Little Worldliness .