Mystery Is But Another Name For Ignorance;

The Leaves Do Not Change Color From The Blighting Touch Of The Frost, But From The Process Of Natural Decay. They Fall When The Fruit Has Been Ripened And Their Work Is Done. And Their Splendid Change Of Coloring Is But Their Graceful And Beautiful Surrender Of Life, When They Have Finished Their Summer Offering Of Service To God And Man.

The Most We Can Get Out Of Life Is Its Discipline For Ourselves, And Its Usefulness For Others.

He That Is Possessed With A Prejudice Is Possessed With A Devil, And One Of The Worst Kinds Of Devils, For It Shuts Out The Truth, And Often Leads To Ruinous Error.

Superstitions Are, For The Most Part, But The Shadows Of Great Truths.

Anxiety Is The Rust Of Life, Destroying Its Brightness And Weakening Its Power. A Childlike And Abiding Trust In Providence Is Its Best Preventive And Remedy.