In Everyday Things The Law

No Person Is Ever Good For Much, That Hasn't Been Swept Off Their Feet By Enthusiasm Between Ages Twenty And Thirty

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.

I Could Never Fear A God Who Kept A Hell Prison-house. No, Not Though He Flung Me There Because I Refused. There Is A Power Stronger Than Such A One; And It Is Possible To Walk Unscathed Even In The Burning Furnace.

Minds Vary In Sensitiveness And In Self-power, As Bodies Do In Susceptibility Of Attraction And Repulsion. When, When Shall We Learn That They Are Governed By Laws As Inexorable As Physical Laws, And That A Man Can As Easily Refuse To Obey What Has Power Over Him As A Steel Atom Can Resist The Magnet?

I Believe That Fallen Creatures Perish, Perish For Ever, For Only Good Can Live, And Good Has Not Been Theirs; But How Durst Men Forge Our Saviour's Words "eternal Death " Into So Horrible A Meaning? And Even If He Did Use Other Words, And Seem To Countenance Such A Meaning For Them (and What Witness Have We That He Did, Except That Of Men Whose Ignorance Or Prejudice Might Well Have Interpreted These Words Wrongly As They Did So Many Others?