Work And Wait, Work And

God Be Thanked That There Are Some In The World To Whose Hearts The Barnacles Will Not Cling.

This World Of Sense, Built By The Imagination--how Fair And Foul It Is! Like A Fairy Island In The Sea Of Life, It Smiles In Sunlight And Sleeps In Green, Known Of The World Not By Communion Of Knowledge, But By Personal, Secret Discovery!

Every Man's Powers Have Relation To Some Kind Of Work; And Whenever He Finds That Kind Of Work Which He Can Do Best--that To Which His Powers Are Best Adapted--he Finds That Which Will Give Him The Best Development, And That By Which He Can Best Build Up, Or Make, His Manhood.

I Have Learned That To Do One's Next Duty Is To Take A Step Toward All That Is Worth Possessing.

Posts Of Honor Are Evermore Posts Of Danger And Of Care.