The Better One Is Morally The Less

Woe To The Unlucky Man Who As A Child Is Taught, Even As A Portion Of His Creed, What His Grown Reason Must Forswear.

There Are At Bottom But Two Possible Religions--that Which Rises In The Moral Nature Of Man, And Which Takes Shape In Moral Commandments, And That Which Grows Out Of The Observation Of The Material Energies Which Operate In The External Universe.

The Secret Of A Person's Nature Lies In Their Religion And What They Really Believes About The World And Their Place In It.

Beautiful Is Old Age—beautiful As The Slow-dropping Mellow Autumn Of A Rich Glorious Summer. In The Old Man, Nature Has Fulfilled Her Work; She Loads Him With Blessings; She Fills Him With The Fruits Of A Well-spent Life; And, Surrounded By His Children And His Children's Children, She Rocks Him Softly Away To A Grave, To Which He Is Followed With Blessings. God Forbid We Should Not Call It Beautiful.

In Everyday Things The Law Of Sacrifice Takes The Form Of Positive Duty.