There Are Epidemics Of Nobleness As Well

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.

The Practical Effect Of A Belief Is The Real Test Of Its Soundness. Where We Find A Heroic Life Appearing As The Uniform Fruit Of A Particular Mode Of Opinion, It Is Childish To Argue In The Face Of Fact That The Result Ought To Have Been Different.

To Deny The Freedom Of The Will Is To Make Morality Impossible.

Charity Is From Person To Person; And It Loses Half, Far More Than Half, Its Moral Value When The Giver Is Not Brought Into Personal Relation With Those To Whom He Gives.