The Finest Flowers Of Genius Have Grown

The More The Diamond Is Cut The Brighter It Sparkles; And In What Seems Hard Dealing, There God Has No End In View But To Perfect His People.

The Mental Powers Acquire Their Full Robustness When The Cheek Loses Its Ruddy Hue, And The Limbs Their Elastic Step; And Pale Thought Sits On Manly Brows, And The Watchman, As He Walks His Rounds, Sees The Student's Lamp Burning Far Into The Silent Night.

Religion Is The Mortar That Binds Society Together; The Granite Pedestal Of Liberty; The Strong Backbone Of The Social System.

The New Novel Is Sought More Eagerly, And Devoured More Greedily, The New Testament.

Faith Is The Backbone Of The Social And The Foundation Of The Commercial Fabric; Remove Faith Between Man And Man, And Society And Commerce Fall To Pieces. There Is Not A Happy Home On Earth But Stands On Faith; Our Heads Are Pillowed On It, We Sleep At Night In Its Arms With Greater Security For The Safety Of Our Lives, Peace, And Prosperity Than Bolts And Bars Can Give.