No Man Knows The Genuineness Of His

A Life Of Mere Pleasure! A Little While, In The Spring-time Of The Senses, In The Sunshine Of Prosperity, In The Jubilee Of Health, It May Seem Well Enough. But How Insufficient, How Mean, How Terrible When Age Comes, And Sorrow, And Death! A Life Of Pleasure! What Does It Look Like When These Great Changes Beat Against It--when The Realities Of Eternity Stream In? It Looks Like The Fragments Of A Feast, When The Sun Shines Upon The Withered Garlands, And The Tinsel, And The Overturned Tables, And The Dead Lees Of Wine.

Pure Felicity Is Reserved For The Heavenly Life; It Grows Not In An Earthly Soil.

Humanity Is So Constituted That The Basest Criminal Represents You And Me, As Well As The Most Glorious Saint That Walks On High. We Are Reflected In All Other Men; All Other Men Are Embodied In Us.

Christ Saw Much In This World To Weep Over, And Much To Pray Over: But He Saw Nothing In It To Look Upon With Contempt.

Modest Expression Is A Beautiful Setting To The Diamond Of Talent And Genius.