A Life Is Black, Whiten It As

What A Proof Of The Divine Tenderness Is There In The Human Heart Itself, Which Is The Organ And Receptacle Oft So Many Sympathies! When We Consider How Exquisite Are Those Conditions By Which It Is Even Made Capable Of So Much Suffering--the Capabilities Of A Child's Heart, Of A Mother's Heart,--what Must Be The Nature Of Him Who Fashioned Its Depths, And Strung Its Chords.

Break Up The Institution Of The Family, Deny The Inviolability Of Its Relations, And In A Little While There Would Not Be Any Humanity.

The Church-bells Of Innumerable Sects Are All Chime-bells To-day, Ringing In Sweet Accordance Throughout Many Lands, And Awaking A Great Joy In The Heart Of Our Common Humanity.

If You Should Take The Human Heart And Listen To It, It Would Be Like Listening To A Sea-shell; You Would Hear In It The Hollow Murmur Of The Infinite Ocean To Which It Belongs, From Which It Draws Its Profoundest Inspiration, And For Which It Yearns.

Life Itself Suggests A Higher Good Than Life Itself Can Yield.