I Do Not Want Merely To Possess

In The Four Hundred And Thirteenth Year Of The Christian Era, Some Three Hundred Miles Above Alexandria, The Young Monk Philammon Was Sitting On The Edge Of A Low Range Of Inland Cliffs, Crested With Drifting Sand.

Love Is Sentimental Measles.

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."

Stick To The Old Truths And The Old Paths, And Learn Their Di- Vineness By Sick-beds And In Every-day Work, And Do Not Darken Your Mind With Intellectual Puzzles, Which May Breed Disbelief, But Can Never Breed Vital Religion Or Practical Usefulness.

The Most Wonderful And The Strongest Things In The World, You Know, Are Just The Things Which No One Can See.