All High Beauty Has A Moral Element

We Live Amid Surfaces, And The True Art Of Life Is To Skate Well On Them

What New Thoughts Are Suggested By Seeing A Face Of Country Quite Familiar, In The Rapid Movement Of The Rail-road Car!

The Soul Comes From Without Into The Human Body, As Into A Temporary Abode, And It Goes Out Of It Anew… It Passes Into Other Habitations, For The Soul Is Immortal.

Fear Is An Instructor Of Great Sagacity, And The Herald Of All Revolutions.

If We Could Have Any Security Against Moods! If The Profoundest Prophet Could Be Holden To His Words, And The Hearer Who Is Readyto Sell All And Join The Crusade, Could Have Any Certificate That To-morrow His Prophet Shall Not Unsay His Testimony!