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That Which Especially Distinguishes A High Order Of Man From A Low Order Of Man, That Which Constitutes Human Goodness, Human Nobleness, Is Surely Not The Degree Of Enlightenment With Which Men Pursue Their Own Advantage; But It Is Self-forgetfulness; It Is Self-sacrifice; It Is The Disregard Of Personal Pleasure, Personal Indulgence, Personal Advantage, Remote Or Present, Because Some Other Line Of Conduct Is More Right.

In Every Department Of Life--in Its Business And In Its Pleasures, In Its Beliefs And In Its Theories, In Its Material Developments And In Its Spiritual Connections--we Thank God That We Are Not Like Our Fathers.

True Greatness Is The Most Ready To Recognize And Most Willing To Obey Those Simple Outward Laws Which Have Been Sanctioned By The Experience Of Mankind.

The Practical Effect Of A Belief Is The Real Test Of Its Soundness.

Beautiful Is Old Age—beautiful As The Slow-dropping Mellow Autumn Of A Rich Glorious Summer. In The Old Man, Nature Has Fulfilled Her Work; She Loads Him With Blessings; She Fills Him With The Fruits Of A Well-spent Life; And, Surrounded By His Children And His Children's Children, She Rocks Him Softly Away To A Grave, To Which He Is Followed With Blessings. God Forbid We Should Not Call It Beautiful.