Break Up The Institution Of The Family,

Death Is A Great Revealer Of What Is In A Man, And In Its Solemn Shadow Appear The Naked Lineaments Of The Soul.

There Are Daily Martyrdoms Occurring Of More Or Less Self-abnegation, And Of Which The World Knows Nothing.

Let Us Not Fear That The Issues Of Natural Science Shall Be Scepticism Or Anarchy. Through All God's Works There Runs A Beautiful Harmony. The Remotest Truth In His Universe Is Linked To That Which Lies Nearest The Throne.

I Should Not Like To Preach To A Congregation Who All Believed As I Believe. I Would As Lief Preach To A Basket Of Eggs In Their Smooth Compactness And Oval Formality.

A Man That Simply Loads Himself Down With Possessions Of Which He Has No Actual Need, When He Dies Slips Out Of Them--as A Little Insect Might Slip Out Of Some Parasite Shell Into Which It Has Ensconced Itself--into The Grave, And Is Forgotten.