We Enter The World Alone, We Leave

The Soul Of Man Is Not A Thing Which Comes And Goes, Is Builded And Decays Like The Elemental Frame In Which It Is Set To Dwell, But A Very Living Force, A Very Energy Of God's Organic Will, Which Rules And Moulds This Universe.

Life Is More Than A Theory, And Love Of Truth Butters No Bread: Old Men Who Have Had To Struggle Along Their Way, Who Know The Endless Bitterness, The Grave Moral Deterioration Which Follow An Empty Exchequer, May Well Be Pardoned For An Over-wish To See Their Sons Secured From It; Hunger, At Least, Is A Reality.

Minds Vary In Sensitiveness And In Self-power, As Bodies Do In Susceptibility Of Attraction And Repulsion. When, When Shall We Learn That They Are Governed By Laws As Inexorable As Physical Laws, And That A Man Can As Easily Refuse To Obey What Has Power Over Him As A Steel Atom Can Resist The Magnet?

If You Think You Can Temper Yourself Into Manliness By Sitting Here Over Your Books, It Is The Very Silliest Fancy That Ever Tempted A Young Man To His Ruin. You Cannot Dream Yourself Into A Character; You Must Hammer And Forge Yourself One.

Those Who Seek For Something More Than Happiness In This World Must Not Complain If Happiness Is Not Their Portion.