God Pity The Man Of Science Who

No Nation Can Be Destroyed While It Possesses A Good Home Life.

The Pleasant Converse Of The Fireside, The Simple Songs Of Home, The Words Of Encouragement As I Bend Over My School-tasks, The Kiss As I Lie Down To Rest, The Patient Bearing With The Freaks Of My Restless Nature, The Gentle Counsels Mingled With Reproofs And Approvals, The Sympathy That Meets And Assuages Every Sorrow, And Sweetens Every Little Success--all These Return To Me Amid The Responsibilities Which Press Upon Me Now, And I Feel As If I Had Once Lived In Heaven, And, Straying, Had Lost My Way.

Cost Is The Father And Compensation The Mother Of Progress.

I Account The Office Of Benefactor, Or Almoner, To Which God Appoints All Those Whom He Has Favored With Wealth, One Of The Most Honorable And Delightful In The World. He Never Institutes A Channel For The Passage Of His Bounties That Those Bounties Do Not Enrich And Beautify.

Character Lives In A Man, Reputation Outside Of Him.