Those Clouds Are Angels' Robes.

Madame Nature Allows No Dangerous Classes, In The Modern Sense. She Has, Doubtless For Some Wise Reason, No Mercy For The Weak. She Rewards Each Organism According To Its Works; And If Anything Grows Too Weak Or Stupid To Take Care Of Itself, She Gives It Its Due Deserts By Letting It Die And Disappear.

Young Blood Must Have Its Course, Lad, And Every Dog Its Day.

If Thou Art Fighting Against Thy Sins, So Is God. On Thy Side Is God Who Made All, And Christ Who Died For All And The Spirit Who Alone Gives Wisdom, Purity, And Nobleness.

There Will Be No True Freedom Without Virtue, No True Science Without Religion, No True Industry Without The Fear Of God And Love To Your Fellow Citizens.

A Blessed Thing It Is To Have A Friend; One Human Soul Whom We Can Trust Utterly; Who Knows The Best And Worst Of Us, And Who Loves Us In Spite Of All Our Faults; Who Will Speak The Honest Truth To Us, While The World Flatters Us To Our Face, And Laughs At Us Behind Our Back; Who Will Give Us Counsel And Reproof In A Day Of Prosperity And Self-conceit; But Who, Again, Will Comfort And Encourage Us In Days Of Difficulty And Sorrow, When The World Leaves Us Alone To Fight Our Own Battle As We Can.