Humanity Is The Son Of God.

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.

The Great Man Is To Be The Servant Of Mankind, Not They Of Him.

The Bible Goes Equally To The Cottage Of The Peasant, And The Palace Of The King. - It Is Woven Into Literature, And Colors The Talk Of The Street. The Bark Of The Merchant Cannot Sail Without It; And No Ship Of War Goes To The Conflict But It Is There. It Enters Men's Closets; Directs Their Conduct, And Mingles In All The Grief And Cheerfulness Of Life.

Humanity Is The Son Of God.

I Am Conscious Of Eternal Life.