Instruction Ends In The Schoolroom, But Education

Only In The Sacredness Of Inward Silence Does The Soul Truly Meet The Secret, Hiding God. The Strength Of Resolve, Which Afterward Shapes Life, And Mixes Itself With Action, Is The Fruit Of Those Sacred, Solitary Moments. There Is A Divine Depth In Silence. We Meet God Alone.

Poetry Creates Life; Science Dissects Death.

Time And Pains Will Do Anything.

He Alone Can Believe In Immortality Who Feels The Resurrection In Him Already.

We Hear In These Days A Great Deal Respecting Rights--the Rights Of Private Judgment, The Rights Of Labor, The Rights Of Property, And The Rights Of Man. Rights Are Grand Things, Divine Things In This World Of God's; But The Way In Which We Expound These Rights, Alas! Seems To Me To Be The Very Incarnation Of Selfishness. I Can See Nothing Very Noble In A Man Who Is Forever Going About Calling For His Own Rights. Alas! Alas! For The Man Who Feels Nothing More Grand In This Wondrous, Divine World Than His Own Rights.