The Ancients Dreaded Death: The

What Hypocrites We Seem To Be Whenever We Talk Of Ourselves! Our Words Sound So Humble, While Our Hearts Are So Proud.

Better Far Off To Leave Half The Ruins And Nine-tenths Of The Churches Unseen And To See Well The Rest; To See Them Not Once, But Again And Often Again; To Watch Them, To Learn Them, To Live With Them, To Love Them, Till They Have Become A Part Of Life And Life's Recollections.

Man Is A Mixed Being, Made Up Of A Spiritual Soul And Of A Fleshly Body; The Angels Are Pure Spirits, Herein Nearer To God, Only That They Are Created And Finite In All Respects, Free From Decay, Free From The Power Of Death, Whereas God Is Infinite And Uncreated.

It Is With Flowers As With Moral Qualities; The Bright Are Sometimes Poisonous; But, I Believe, Never The Sweet.

Examples Would Indeed Be Excellent Things Were Not People So Modest That None Will Set, And So Vain That None Will Follow Them.