Life Itself Suggests A Higher Good Than

It Is Those Who Make The Least Display Of Their Sorrow Who Mourn The Deepest.

No Language Can Express The Power And Beauty And Heroism Of A Mother's Love.

A True Man Never Frets About His Place In The World, But Just Slides Into It By The Gravitation Of His Nature, And Swings There As Easily As A Star.

He Who Today Utters A Bold Truth That Seems To Shock Some Old Institution With The Premonition Of Destruction, And That Scares Men From Their Propriety, Will A Hundred Years Hence Be Regarded As A Remarkably Conservative Man. And Yet The People Who Stand Peculiarly Upon What They Call The Foundations Of Conservatism, And Hold To Hard, Practical Facts, Now Stand Upon That Which One Hundred Years Ago Was Rank Heresy.

It Is Not Death To Have The Body Called Back To The Earth, And Dissolved Into Its Kindred Elements, And Mouldered To Dust, And, It May Be, Turn To Daisies, In The Grave. But It Is Death To Have The Soul Paralyzed, Its Inner Life Quenched, Its Faculties Dissipated; That Is Death.