Men Are Grown Mechanical In Head And

We Arc The Miracle Of Miracles, The Great Inscrutable Mystery Of God.

The True Church Of England, At This Moment, Lies In The Editors Of The Newspapers.

There Is A Perennial Nobleness, And Even Sacredness, In Work. Were He Never So Benighted, Forgetful Of His High Calling, There Is Always Hope In A Man That Actually And Earnestly Works: In Idleness Alone There Is Perpetual Despair.

Terror Itself, When Once Grown Transcendental, Becomes A Kind Of Courage; As Frost Sufficiently Intense, According To The Poet Milton, Will Burn.

Money Will Buy Money's Worth; But The Thing Men Call Fame, What Is It?