What Succeeds We Keep, And It Becomes

The Use Of Great Men Is To Serve The Little Men, To Take Care Of The Human Race, And Act As Practical Interpreters Of Justice And Truth.

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.

Nature Is God's Old Testament.

Want And Wealth Equally Harden The Human Heart, As Frost And Fire Are Both Alien To The Human Flesh. Famine And Gluttony Alike Drive Away Nature From The Heart Of Man.

It Is Not From The Tall Crowded Workhouse Of Prosperity That Men First Or Clearest See The Eternal Stars Of Heaven.