Do Not Judge From Mere

No Great Truth Bursts Upon Man Without Having Its Hemisphere Of Darkness And Sorrow.

The Bosom Can Ache Beneath Diamond Brooches; And Many A Blithe Heart Dances Under Coarse Wool.

Public Feeling Now Is Apt To Side With The Persecuted, And Our Modern Martyr Is Full As Likely To Be Smothered With Roses As With Coals.

Events Are Only The Shells Of Ideas; And Often It Is The Fluent Thought Of Ages That Is Crystallized In A Moment By The Stroke Of A Pen Or The Point Of A Bayonet.

The Excellence And Inspiration Of Truth Is In The Pursuit, Not In The Mere Having Of It. The Pursuit Of All Truth Is A Kind Of Gymnastics; A Man Swings From One Truth With Higher Strength To Gain Another. The Continual Glory Is The Possibility Opening Before Us.