Gaiety Is Often The Reckless Ripple Over

It Is The Veiled Angel Of Sorrow Who Plucks Away One Thing And Another That Bound Us Here In Ease And Security, And, In The Vanishing Of These Dear Objects, Indicates The True Home Of Our Affections And Our Peace.

It Is Exceedingly Deleterious To Withdraw The Sanction Of Religion From Amusement. If We Feel That It Is All Injurious We Should Strip The Earth Of Its Flowers And Blot Out Its Pleasant Sunshine.

Life Is A Crucible. We Are Thrown Into It And Tried.

There Must Be Something Beyond Man In This World. Even On Attaining To His Highest Possibilities, He Is Like A Bird Beating Against His Cage. There Is Something Beyond, O Deathless Like A Sea-shell, Moaning For The Bosom Of The Ocean To Which You Belong!

Labor, With Its Coarse Raiment And Its Bare Right Arm, Has Gone Forth In The Earth, Achieving The Truest Conquests And Rearing The Most Durable Monuments. It Has Opened The Domain Of Matter And The Empire Of The Mind. The Wild Beast Has Fled Before It, And The Wilderness Has Fallen Back.... Its Triumphal March Is The Progress Of Civilization.