No Man Is So Great As Mankind.

Every Man Has At Times In His Mind The Ideal Of What He Should Be, But Is Not. This Ideal May Be High And Complete, Or It May Be Quite Low And Insufficient; Yet In All Men, That Really Seek To Improve, It Is Better Than The Actual Character... Man Never Falls So Low, That He Can See Nothing Higher Than Himself.

No Man Is So Great As Mankind.

What A Joy Is There In A Good Book, Writ By Some Great Master Of Thought, Who Breaks Into Beauty As In Summer The Meadow Into Grass And Dandelions And Violets, With Geraniums And Manifold Sweetness.

The Miser, Starving His Brother's Body, Starves Also His Own Soul, And At Death Shall Creep Out Of His Great Estate Of Injustice, Poor And Naked And Miserable

Be Not Familiar With The Idea Of Wrong, For Sin In Fancy Mothers Many An Ugly Fact.