Heaven Never Defaults. The Wicked Are Sure

Think For A Moment Of The Great Agents And Engines Of Our Civilization, And Then Think What Shadowy Ideas They All Once Were. The Wheels Of The Steamship Turned As Swiftly As They Do Now, But As Silent And Unsubstantial As The Motions Of The Inventor's Thought; And In The Noiseless Loom Of His Meditation Were Woven The Sinews Of The Printing-press, Whose Thunder Shakes The World.

A Life Is Black, Whiten It As You Will.

Do Not Ask If A Man Has Been Through College; Ask If A College Has Been Through Him; If He Is A Walking University.

The Individual And The Race Are Always Moving, And As We Drift Into New Latitudes New Lights Open In The Heaven More Immediately Over Us.

The Temptation Is Not Here, Where You Are Reading About It Or Praying About It. It Is Down In Your Shop, Among Bales And Boxes, Ten-penny Nails, And Sand-paper.