Self-contemplation Is Apt To End In Self-conceit.

The Deeper Men Go Into Life, The Deeper Is Their Conviction That This Life Is Not All. It Is An Unfinished Symphony. A Day May Round Out An Insect's Life, And A Bird Or A Beast Needs No Tomorrow. Not So With Him Who Knows That He Is Related To God And Has Felt The Power Of An Endless Life.

But There Have Been Human Hearts, Constituted Just Like Ours, For Six Thousand Years. The Same Stars Rise And Set Upon This Globe That Rose Upon The Plains Of Shinar Or Along The Egyptian Nile And The Same Sorrows Rise And Set In Every Age.

All Work And No Plagiarism Makes For Dull Sermons!

Scepticism Is A Barren Coast, Without A Harbor Or Lighthouse.

In Friendship Your Heart Is Like A Bell Struck Every Time Your Friend Is In Trouble.