Did It Ever Strike You That Goodness

I Can Conceive Few Human States More Enviable Than That Of The Man To Whom, Panting In The Foul Laboratory, Or Watching For His Life Under The Tropic Forest, Isis Shall For A Moment Lift Her Sacred Veil, And Show Him, Once And For Ever, The Thing He Dreamed Not Of; Some Law, Or Even Mere Hint Of A Law, Explaining One Fact; But Explaining With It A Thousand More, Connecting Them All With Each Other And With The Mighty Whole, Till Order And Meaning Shoots Through Some Old Chaos Of Scattered Observations.

What Is The Commonest, And Yet The Least Remembered Form Of Heroism? The Heroism Of An Average Mother. Ah! When I Think Of That Broad Fact I Gather Hope Again For Poor Humanity, And This Dark World Looks Bright, This Diseased World Looks Wholesome To Me Once More, Because, Whatever Else It Is Or Is Not Full Of, It Is At Least Full Of Mothers.

Being Forced To Work, And Forced To Do Your Best, Will Breed In You Temperance And Self-control, Diligence And Strength Of Will, Cheerfulness And Content, And A Hundred Virtues Which The Idle Will Never Know.

Still The Race Of Hero Spirits Pass The Lamp From Hand To Hand.

You Must Not Talk About 'ain't And Can't' When You Speak Of This Great Wonderful World Round You, Of Which The Wisest Man Knows Only The Very Smallest Corner, And Is, As The Great Sir Isaac Newton Said, Only A Child Picking Up Pebbles On The Shore Of A Boundless Ocean.