Idleness Is The Sepulchre Of A Living

Man's Record Upon This Wild World Is The Record Of Work, And Of Work Alone.

God Be Thanked That There Are Some In The World To Whose Hearts The Barnacles Will Not Cling.

Perfect Love Holds The Secret Of The World's Perfect Liberty.

And When, In The Evening Of Life, The Golden Clouds Rest Sweetly And Invitingly Upon The Golden Mountains, And The Light Of Heaven Streams Down Through The Gathering Mists Of Death, I Wish You A Peaceful And Abundant Entrance Into That World Of Blessedness, Where The Great Riddle Of Life Will Be Unfolded To You In The Quick Consciousness Of A Soul Redeemed And Purified.

The Temple Of Art Is Built In Words.