Events Are Only The Shells Of Ideas;

Public Feeling Now Is Apt To Side With The Persecuted, And Our Modern Martyr Is Full As Likely To Be Smothered With Roses As With Coals.

The More We Sympathize With Excellence, The More We Go Out Of Self, The More We Love, The Broader And Deeper Is Our Personality.

Hill And Valley, Seas And Constellations, Are But Stereotypes Of Divine Ideas Appealing To And Answered By The Living Soul Of Man.

There Is No Happiness In Life, There Is No Misery Like That Growing Out Of The Dispositions Which Consecrate Or Desecrate A Home.

The Soul, Like The Body, Acquires Vigor By The Exercise Of All Its Faculties. In The Midst Of The World, In Overcoming Difficulties, In Conquering Selfishness, Indolence, And Fear--in All The Occasions Of Duty, It Employs, And Reveals By Employing, Energies That Render It Efficient And Robust--that Broaden Its Scope, Adjust Its Powers, And Mature It With A Rich Experience.