That Which Is Called Liberality Is Frequently

He Prays Best Who, Not Asking God To Do Man's Work, Prays Penitence, Prays Resolutions, And Then Prays Deeds--thus Supplicating With Heart And Head And Hands.

What A Joy Is There In A Good Book, Writ By Some Great Master Of Thought, Who Breaks Into Beauty As In Summer The Meadow Into Grass And Dandelions And Violets, With Geraniums And Manifold Sweetness.

I Do Not Pretend To Understand The Moral Universe; The Arc Is A Long One. . . . But From What I See I Am Sure It Bends Toward Justice.

Disappointment Is Often The Salt Of Life.

In All The World There Is Nothing So Remarkable As A Great Man, Nothing So Rare, Nothing Which So Well Repays Study.