Many Might Go To Heaven With Half

Pain, Indolence, Sterility, Endless Ennui Have Also Their Lesson For You, If You Are Great.

An Orchard, Good Tillage, Good Grounds, Seem A Fixture, Like A Gold Mine, Or A River, To A Citizen; But To A Large Farmer, Not Much More Fixed Than The State Of The Crop.

We Learn That God Is; That He Is In Me; And That All Things Are Shadows Of Him.

It Is The Duty Of Men To Judge Men Only By Their Actions. Our Faculties Furnish Us With No Means Of Arriving At The Motive, The Character, The Secret Self. We Call The Tree Good From Its Fruits, And The Man, From His Works.

On Bravely Through The Sunshine And The Showers! Time Hath His Work To Do, And We Have Ours.