Death Makes A Beautiful Appeal To Charity.

Is There Anything So Wretched As To Look At A Man Of Fine Abilities Doing Nothing?

It Takes Something Of A Poet To Apprehend And Get Into The Depth, The Lusciousness, The Spiritual Life Of A Great Poem. And So We Must Be In Some Way Like God In Order That We May See God As He Is.

Pure Felicity Is Reserved For The Heavenly Life; It Grows Not In An Earthly Soil.

There Is But A Slight Difference Between The Man Who May Be Said To Know Nothing And Him Who Thinks He Knows Everything.

Some People Habitually Wear Sadness, Like A Garment, And Think It A Becoming Grace. God Loves A Cheerful Worshipper.