Life Is A Crucible. We Are Thrown

It Is A Mistake To Consider Marriage Merely As A Scheme Of Happiness. It Is Also A Bond Of Service. It Is The Most Ancient Form Of That Social Ministration Which God Has Ordained For All Human Beings, And Which Is Symbolized By All The Relations Of Nature.

Do Not Ask If A Man Has Been Through College; Ask If A College Has Been Through Him; If He Is A Walking University.

Death Is A Great Revealer Of What Is In A Man, And In Its Solemn Shadow Appear The Naked Lineaments Of The Soul.

In The Isolation Of His Clear, Cold Intellect, The Sceptic Abides In A Glacial And Spectral Universe. No Glow From The Affections Lights Up The Frost And Shadow Of The Grave. He Feels No Prophecy In The Thrill Of The Human Heart-in The Incompleteness Of Nature. He Believes Merely In Things Tangible, And Sees Only In The Daytime. He Will Not Confess The Authenticity Of That Paler Light Of Faith Which Was Meant To Shine When The Sunshine Of Reason Falls Short, And The Firmament Of Mystery Is Over Our Heads.

There Is Such A Thing As Honest Pride And Self-respect.