There Are No Twin Souls In God's

A Life In Any Sphere That Is The Expression And Outflow Of An Honest, Earnest, Loving Heart, Taking Counsel Only Of God And Itself, Will Be Certain To Be A Life Of Beneficence In The Best Possible Direction.

The Temple Of Art Is Built Of Words. Painting And Sculpture And Music Are But The Blazon Of Its Windows, Borrowing All Their Significance From The Light, And Suggestive Only Of The Temple's Uses.

We Live In The Future. Even The Happiness Of The Present Is Made Up Mostly Of That Delightful Discontent Which The Hope Of Better Things Inspires.

No Genuine Observer Can Decide Otherwise Than That The Homes Of A Nation Are The Bulwarks Of Personal And National Safety And Thrift.

Heaven Is Not Reached At A Single Bound. But We Build The Ladder By Which We Rise. From The Lowly Earth To The Vaulted Skies, And We Mount To Its Summit Round By Round.