Ideals Are The World's Masters.

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.

Preceptive Wisdom That Has Not Been Vivified By Life Has In Itself No Affinity For Life.

The Idle Man Stands Outside Of God's Plan, Outside Of The Ordained Scheme Of Things; And The Truest Self-respect, The Noblest Independence, And The Most Genuine Dignity, Are Not To Be Found There.

Heaven Is Not Reached At A Single Bound. But We Build The Ladder By Which We Rise. From The Lowly Earth To The Vaulted Skies, And We Mount To Its Summit Round By Round.

God Gives Every Bird Its Food, But He Does Not Throw It Into Its Nest.