The Old Echoes Are Long In Dying.

Faith Is A Kind Of Winged Intellect. The Great Workmen Of History Have Been Men Who Believed Like Giants.

A Man's Longest Purposes Will Be His Best Purposes. It Is True, Life Is Short And Uncertain; But It Is Better To Live On The Short Arc Of A Large Circle Than To Describe The Whole Circumference Of A Small Circle.

Character Is The Impulse Reined Down Into Steady Continuance.

All True Manliness Grows Around A Core Of Divineness.

Sin Spoils The Spirit's Delicacy, And Unwillingness Deadens Its Susceptibility.