We Seem Never To Know What Any

The Spoken Discourse May Roll On Strongly As The Great Tidal Wave; But, Like The Wave, It Dies At Last Feebly On The Sands. It Is Heard By Few, Remembered By Still Fewer, And Fades Away, Like An Echo In The Mountains, Leaving No Token Of Power. It Is The Written Human Speech, That Gave Power And Permanence To Human Thought.

Toleration, Holding That Every Other Man Has The Same Right To His Opinion And Faith That We Have To Ours; And Liberality, Holding That As No Human Being Can With Certainty Say, In The Clash And Conflict Of Hostile Faiths And Creeds, What Is Truth, Or That He Is Surely In Possession Of It, So Everyone Should Feel That It Is Quite Possible That Another Equally Honest And Sincere With Himself, And Yet Holding The Contrary Opinion, May Himself Be In Possession Of The Truth.

Justice Is Peculiarly Indispensable To Nations.

We Avoid Sensuousness, Only By Resorting To Simple Negation. We Come At Last To Define Spirit By Saying That It Is Not Matter.

A Dim Consciousness Of Infinite Mystery And Grandeur Lies Beneath All The Commonplace Of Life . There Is An Awfulness And A Majesty Around Us, In All Our Little Worldliness .