Life Is A Crucible. We Are Thrown

Through Every Rift Of Discovery Some Seeming Anomaly Drops Out Of The Darkness, And Falls, As A Golden Link Into The Great Chain Of Order.

Seeking Heaven Through Righteousness Is Not Seeking Righteousness, But Something Else;--it Is Not Loving Goodness For Goodness' Sake, But For Its Rewards.

There Is A Sweet Anguish Springing Up In Our Bosoms When A Child's Face Brightens Under The Shadow Of The Waiting Angel. There Is An Autumnal Fitness When Age Gives Up The Ghost; And When The Saint Dies There Is A Tearful Victory.

It Is The Penalty Of Fame That A Man Must Ever Keep Rising. "get A Reputation, And Then Go To Bed," Is The Absurdest Of All Maxims. "keep Up A Reputation Or Go To Bed, "would Be Nearer The Truth.

Truth Is Poetry; It Is The Grandest Poetry.