Man Never Falls So Low That He

He Prays Best Who, Not Asking God To Do Man's Work, Prays Penitence, Prays Resolutions, And Then Prays Deeds--thus Supplicating With Heart And Head And Hands.

Man Is The Jewel Of God, Who Has Created This Material World To Keep His Treasure In.

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.

The Lottery Of Honest Labor, Drawn By Time, Is The Only One Whose Prizes Are Worth Taking Up And Carrying Home.

No Virtue Fades Out Of Mankind. Not Over-hopeful By Inborn Temperament, Cautious By Long Experience, I Yet Never Despair Of Human Virtue.