We Cannot Let Our Angels Go; We

A Man Must Keep An Eye On His Servants, If He Would Not Have Them Rule Him.

If We Tire Of The Saints, Shakspeare Is Our City Of Refuge.

Each Is Liable To Panic, Which Is Exactly, The Terror Of Ignorance Surrendered To The Imagination. Knowledge Is The Encourager, Knowledge That Takes Fear Out Of The Heart, Knowledge And Use, Which Is Knowledge In Practice. They Can Conquer Who Believe They Can. It Is He Who Has Done The Deed Once Who Does Not Shrink From Attempting Again.

The Solid, Solid Universe Is Pervious To Love; With Bandaged Eyes He Never Errs, Around, Below, Above. His Blinding Light He Flingeth White On God's And Satan's Brood, And Reconciles By Mystic Wiles The Evil And The Good.

Life Is A Series Of Surprises And Would Not Be Worth Taking Or Keeping If It Were Not.