You May As Well Borrow A Person's

Patient Perseverance In Well Doing Is Infinitely Harder Than A Sudden And Impulsive Self-sacrifice.

The Earth Flourishes, Or Is Overrun With Noxious Weeds And Brambles, As We Apply Or Withhold The Cultivating Hand. So Fares It With The Intellectual System Of Man.

Habit Is A Cable; We Weave A Thread Of It Each Day, And At Last We Cannot Break It.

Even The Choicest Literature Should Be Taken As The Condiment, And Not As The Sustenance Of Life. It Should Be Neither The Warp Nor The Woof Of Existence, But Only The Flowery Edging Upon Its Borders.

Man ... Has An Inborn Religious Sentiment That Whispers Of A God To His Inmost Soul, As A Shell Taken From The Deep Yet Echoes Forever The Ocean's Roar.