The World Is The Perennial Miracle Which

No Facts To Me Are Sacred; None Are Profane.

Skill To Do Comes Of Doing.

Thought Dissolves The Material Universe By Carrying The Mind Up Into A Sphere Where All Is Plastic.

A Man Is But A Little Thing In The Midst Of The Objects Of Nature, Yet, By The Moral Quality Radiating From His Countenance, He May Abolish All Considerations Of Magnitude, And In His Manners Equal The Majesty Of The World.

Ideas Must Work Through The Brains And The Arms Of Good And Brave Men Or They Are No Better Than Dreams.