It Is Written On The Arched Sky;

The More Readily We Admit The Possibility Of Our Own Cherished Convictions Being Mixed With Error, The More Vital And Helpful Whatever Is Right In Them Will Become; And No Error Is So Conclusively Fatal As The Idea That God Will Not Allow Us To Err, Though He Has Allowed All Other Men To Do So.

I Know Few Christians So Convinced Of The Splendor Of The Rooms In Their Father's House, As To Be Happier When Their Friends Are Called To Those Mansions... Nor Has The Church's Ardent "desire To Depart, And Be With Christ," Ever Cured It Of The Singular Habit Of Putting On Mourning For Every Person Summoned To Such Departure.

We Were Not Sent Into This World To Do Anything Into Which We Cannot Put Our Hearts.

The Child Who Desires Education Will Be Bettered By It; The Child Who Dislikes It Disgraced.

Science Lives Only In Quiet Places, And With Odd People, Mostly Poor.