Of All The Advantages Which Come To

I Softly Sink Into The Bath Of Sleep: With Eyelids Shut, I See Around Me Close The Mottled, Violet Vapors Of The Deep, That Wraps Me In Repose.

Ah! Soul Of Mine! Ah! Soul Of Mine! Thy Sluggish Senses Are But Bars That Stand Between Thee And The Stars, And Shut Thee From The World Divine.

Scholarship, Save By Accident, Is Never The Measure Of A Man's Power.

All That Has Been Done To Weaken The Foundation Of An Implicit Faith In The Bible, As A Whole, Has Been At The Expense Of The Sense Of Religious Obligation, And At The Cost Of Human Happiness.

A Man In Whom Religion Is An Inspiration, Who Has Surrendered His Being To Its Power, Who Drinks It, Breathes It, Bathes In It, Cannot Speak Otherwise Than Religiously.