Life Is A Crucible. We Are Thrown

No Piled-up Wealth, No Social Station, No Throne, Reaches As High As That Spiritual Plane Upon Which Every Human Being Stands By Virtue Of His Humanity.

Earth Has Scarcely An Acre That Does Not Remind Us Of Actions That Have Long Preceded Our Own, And Its Clustering Tombstones Loom Up Like Reefs Of The Eternal Shore, To Show Us Where So Many Human Barks Have Struck And Gone Down.

Man Was Sent Into The World To Be A Growing And Exhaustless Force. The World Was Spread Out Around Him To Be Seized And Conquered. Realms Of Infinite Truth Burst Open Above Him, Inviting Him To Tread Those Shining Coasts Along Which Newton Dropped His Plummet, And Herschel Sailed,--a Columbus Of The Skies.

Every Action Of Our Lives Touches On Some Chord That Will Vibrate In Eternity.

Man Gains Wider Dominion By His Intellect Than By His Right Arm. The Mustard-seed Of Thought Is A Pregnant Treasury Of Vast Results. Like The Germ In The Egyptian Tombs Its Vitality Never Perishes; And Its Fruit Will Spring Up After It Has Been Buried For Long Ages.