For Science Is ... Like Virtue, Its

The Traveler Fancies He Has Seen The Country. So He Has, The Outside Of It At Least; But The Angler Only Sees The Inside. The Angler Only Is Brought Close, Face To Face With The Flower And Bird And Insect Life Of The Rich Riverbanks, The Only Part Of The Landscape Where The Hand Of Man Has Never Interfered.

Grandeur . . . Consists In Form, And Not In Size: And To The Eye Of The Philosopher, The Curve Drawn On A Paper Two Inches Long, Is Just As Magnificent, Just As Symbolic Of Divine Mysteries And Melodies, As When Embodied In The Span Of Some Cathedral Roof.

Oh! That We Two Were Maying Down The Stream Of The Soft Spring Breeze; Like Children With Violets Playing, In The Shade Of The Whispering Trees.

Make It A Rule And Pray To God To Help You Keep It . . . Never, If Possible, To Lie Down At Night Without Being Able To Say "i Have Made One Human Being At Least A Little Wiser, A Little Happier, Or A Little Better This Day."

The Men Whom I Have Seen Succeed Best In Life Always Have Been Cheerful And Hopeful Men; Who Went About Their Business With A Smile On Their Faces; And Took The Changes And Chances Of This Mortal Life Like Men; Facing Rough And Smooth Alike As It Came.