I Am Conscious Of Eternal Life.

Man Is The Highest Product Of His Own History. The Discoverer Finds Nothing So Grand Or Tall As Himself, Nothing So Valuable To Him. The Greatest Star Is At The Small End, Of The Telescope,--the Star That Is Looking, Not Looked After Nor Looked At.

The Miser, Starving His Brother's Body, Starves Also His Own Soul, And At Death Shall Creep Out Of His Great Estate Of Injustice, Poor And Naked And Miserable

Love Of Truth Will Bless The Lover All His Days; Yet When He Brings Her Home, His Fair-faced Bride, She Comes Empty-handed To His Door, Herself Her Only Dower.

All Men Desire To Be Immortal.

Who Escapes A Duty, Avoids A Gain.