Accident Is Simply Unforeseen Order.

It Is Not Merely The Multiplicity Of Tints, The Gladness Of Tone, Or The Balminess Of The Air Which Delight In The Spring; It Is The Still Consecrated Spirit Of Hope, The Prophecy Of Happy Days Yet To Come; The Endless Variety Of Nature, With Presentiments Of Eternal Flowers Which Never Shall Fade, And Sympathy With The Blessedness Of The Ever-developing World.

Nature Is A Petrified Magic City.

All The Events Of Our Life Are Materials Of Which We Can Make What We Will.

There Is But One Temple In The World, And That Is The Body Of Man. Nothing Is Holier Than This High Form. Bending Before Men Is A Reverence Done To This Revelation In The Flesh. We Touch Heaven When We Lay Our Hand On A Human Body.

The History Of Every Individual Man Should Be A Bible.