God Pity The Man Of Science Who

The Hammer And The Anvil Are The Two Hemispheres Of Every True Reformer's Character.

Gossip Is Always A Personal Confession Either Of Malice Or Imbecility, And The Young Should Not Only Shun It, But By The Most Thorough Culture Relieve Themselves From All Temptation To Indulge In It. It Is A Low, Frivolous, And Too Often A Dirty Business. There Are Country Neighborhoods In Which It Rages Like A Pest. Churches Are Split In Pieces By It. Neighbors Are Made Enemies By It For Life. In Many Persons It Degenerates Into A Chronic Disease, Which Is Practically Incurable. Let The Young Cure It While They May.

Poet, Forger Of Ideals, Dreamer Among The Possibilities Of Life, Prophet Of The Millenium, Do You Get Impatient With The Prosaic Life Around You -- The Dulness, And The Earthliness, And The Brutishness Of Men? Fret Not. Go Forward Into The Realm Which Stretches Before You; Climb The Highest Mountain You Can Reach, And Plant A Cross There. The Nations Will Come Up To It Some Day. Work For Immortality If You Will; Then Wait For It. If Your Own Age Fail To Recognize You, A Coming Age Will Not.

All Who Become Men Of Power Reach Their Estate By The Same Self-mastery, The Same Self-adjustment To Circumstances, The Same Voluntary Exercise And Discipline Of Their Faculties, And The Same Working Of Their Life Up To And Into Their High Ideals Of Life.

He That Cannot Paint Must Grind The Colors.