Our Trials, Our Sorrows, And Our Grieves

Who Can Estimate The Real Wealth That Inheres In A Fine Character. . . . How Base And Mean Money And Huge Estates Look In Comparison. All Other Things Fade Before It. Its Touch Is Like Magic To Win Friendship, Influence, Power. Can You Afford To Chill, To Discourage, To Crush Out Of Your Life This Sweet, Sensitive Plant, Which Would Flower In Your Nature And Give Added Glory To Your Life, For The Sake Of A Few Dollars, A Little Questionable Fame?

Life Is Not Mean, It Is Grand; If It Is Mean To Any, He Or She Makes It So. God Made It Glorious. It Is Paved With Diamonds; Its Banks He Fringed With Flowers. He Overarched It With Stars. Around It He Spread The Glory Of The Physical Universe-suns, Moon, Worlds, Constellations, Systems-all That Is Magnificent In Motion, Sublime In Magnitude, And Grand In Order And Obedience. God Would Not Have Attended Life With This Broad March Of Grandeur If It Did Not Mean Something.

A Man Will Remain A Rag-picker As Long As He Has Only The Vision Of A Rag-picker.

One Of The Best Strengtheners Of Character And Developers Of Stamina ... Is To Assume The Part You Wish To Play; To Assert Stoutly The Possession Of Whatever You Lack.

We Must Give More In Order To Get More. It Is The Generous Giving Of Ourselves That Produces The Generous Harvest.