We Work And That Is Godlike.

The Hammer And The Anvil Are The Two Hemispheres Of Every True Reformer's Character.

Ah! Soul Of Mine! Ah! Soul Of Mine! Thy Sluggish Senses Are But Bars That Stand Between Thee And The Stars, And Shut Thee From The World Divine.

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.

Play May Not Have So High A Place In The Divine Economy, But Is Has As Legitimate A Place As Prayer.

Gossip Is Always A Personal Confession Either Of Malice Or Imbecility, And The Young Should Not Only Shun It, But By The Most Thorough Culture Relieve Themselves From All Temptation To Indulge In It. It Is A Low, Frivolous, And Too Often A Dirty Business. There Are Country Neighborhoods In Which It Rages Like A Pest. Churches Are Split In Pieces By It. Neighbors Are Made Enemies By It For Life. In Many Persons It Degenerates Into A Chronic Disease, Which Is Practically Incurable. Let The Young Cure It While They May.