We Call Heaven Our Home, As The

The Essence Of Greatness Is Neglect Of The Self.

There Is Always A Part Of Our Being Into Which Those Who Are Dearer To Us Far Than Our Own Lives Are Yet Unable To Enter.

In Every Department Of Life--in Its Business And In Its Pleasures, In Its Beliefs And In Its Theories, In Its Material Developments And In Its Spiritual Connections--we Thank God That We Are Not Like Our Fathers.

Human Improvement Is From Within Outward.

I Think Nature, If She Interests Herself Much About Her Children, Must Often Feel That, Like The Miserable Frankenstein, With Her Experimenting Among The Elements Of Humanity, She Has Brought Beings Into Existence Who Have No Business Here; Who Can Do None Of Her Work, And Endure None Of Her Favours; Whose Life Is Only Suffering; And Whose Action Is One Long Protest Against The Ill Foresight Which Flung Them Into Consciousness.