We Read The Past By The Light

We Enter The World Alone, We Leave It Alone.

If You Think You Can Temper Yourself Into Manliness By Sitting Here Over Your Books, It Is The Very Silliest Fancy That Ever Tempted A Young Man To His Ruin. You Cannot Dream Yourself Into A Character; You Must Hammer And Forge Yourself One.

Do You Not Think That Sometimes When Matters Are At The Worst With Us, When We Appear To Have Done All Which We Ourselves Can Do, Yet All Has Been Unavailing, And We Have Only Shown We Cannot, Not We Will Not, Help Ourselves; That Often Just Then Something Comes, Almost As If Supernaturally, To Settle For Us, As If Our Guardian Angel Took Pity On Our Perplexities, And Then At Last Obtained Leave To Help Us? And If It Be So, Then What Might Only Be A Coincidence Becomes A Call Of Providence, A Voice From Heaven, A Command.

The Practical Effect Of A Belief Is The Real Test Of Its Soundness. Where We Find A Heroic Life Appearing As The Uniform Fruit Of A Particular Mode Of Opinion, It Is Childish To Argue In The Face Of Fact That The Result Ought To Have Been Different.

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.