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If Angels Stoop From Visions Of More Than Earthly Beauty To Spells Of Less Than Earthly Worth, They Are But Fallen Angels, Mingling Divine Utterances With The Babblings Of Madness, And The Madness Is Not The Divineness.

A Great Many Men - Some Comparatively Small Men Now - If Put In The Right Position, Would Be Luthers And Columbuses.

Ostentation Is The Signal Flag Of Hypocrisy.

Do Not Judge From Mere Appearances.

Always The Idea Of Unbroken Quiet Broods Around The Grave. It Is A Port Where The Storms Of Life Never Beat, And The Forms That Have Been Tossed On Its Chafing Waves Lie Quiet Forevermore. There The Child Nestles As Peacefully As Ever It Lay In Its Mother's Arms, And The Workman's Hands Lie Still By His Side, And The Thinker's Brain Is Pillowed In Silent Mystery, And The Poor Girl's Broken Heart Is Steeped In A Balm That Extracts Its Secret Woe, And Is In The Keeping Of A Charity That Covers All Blame.