Grandeur . . . Consists In Form,

You Are Not Very Good If You Are Not Better Than Your Best Friends Imagine You To Be.

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.

These Glorious Things-words-are Man's Right Alone...without Words We Should Know No More Of Each Other's Hearts And Thoughts Than The Dog Knows Of His Fellow Dog....for, If You Will Consider, You Always Think To Yourself In Words, Though You Do Not Speak Them Aloud; And Without Them All Our Thoughts Would Be Mere Blind Longings, Feelings Which We Could Not Understand Ourselves.

All The Butterflies And Cockyolybirds Would Fly Past Me.

My Friends, Let Us Try To Follow The Saviour's Steps; Let Us Remember All Day Long What It Is To Be Men; That It Is To Have Every One Whom We Meet For Our Brother In The Sight Of God; That It Is This, Never To Meet Anyone, However Bad He May Be, For Whom We Cannot Say: "christ Died For That Man, And Christ Cares For Him Still. He Is Precious In God's Eyes, And He Shall Be Precious In Mine Also".