The Wild Bird That Flies So Lone

Truth Is The Root, But Human Sympathy Is The Flower Of Practical Life.

It Is A Great Thing, When Our Gethsemane Hours Come, When The Cup Of Bitterness Is Pressed To Our Lips ... To Feel That It Is Not Fate, That It Is Not Necessity, But Divine Love For Good Ends Working Upon Us.

Seeking Heaven Through Righteousness Is Not Seeking Righteousness, But Something Else;--it Is Not Loving Goodness For Goodness' Sake, But For Its Rewards.

Into What Boundless Life, Does Education Admit Us. Every Truth Gained Through It Expands A Moment Of Time Into Illimitable Being--positively Enlarges Our Existence, And Endows Us With Qualities Which Time Cannot Weaken Or Destroy.

A Man That Simply Loads Himself Down With Possessions Of Which He Has No Actual Need, When He Dies Slips Out Of Them--as A Little Insect Might Slip Out Of Some Parasite Shell Into Which It Has Ensconced Itself--into The Grave, And Is Forgotten.