Do Not Judge From Mere Appearances.

O, How Much Those Men Are To Be Valued Who, In The Spirit With Which The Widow Gave Up Her Two Mites, Have Given Up Themselves! How Their Names Sparkle! How Rich Their Very Ashes Are! How They Will Count Up In Heaven!

The City Reveals The Moral Ends Of Being, And Sets The Awful Problem Of Life. The Country Soothes Us, Refreshes Us, Lifts Us Up With Religious Suggestion.

Death, Is Not An End, But A Transition Crisis. All The Forms Of Decay Are But Masks Of Regeneration--the Secret Alembics Of Vitality.

Tribulation Will Not Hurt You, Unless As It Too Often Does; It Hardens You And Makes You Sour, Narrow And Skeptical

Do Not Judge From Mere Appearances.