Dear Lord...shine Through Me, And Be So

How Many Writers Are There... Who, Breaking Up Their Subject Into Details, Destroy Its Life, And Defraud Us Of The Whole By Their Anxiety About The Parts.

Man Is Emphatically Self-made.

Let Us Act On What We Have, Since We Have Not What We Wish.

God Has Created Me To Do Him Some Definite Service; He Has Committed Some Work To Me Which He Has Not Committed To Another. I Have My Mission; I Never May Know It In This Life, But I Shall Be Told It In The Next. I Have A Part In A Great Work; I Am A Link In A Chain, A Bond Of Connection Between Persons. He Has Not Created Me For Naught. I Shall Do Good, I Shall Do His Work; I Shall Be An Angel Of Peace, A Preacher Of Truth In My Own Place, While Not Intending It, If I Do But Keep His Commandments And Serve Him In My Calling.

An Academical System Without The Personal Influence Of Teachers On Pupils, Is An Arctic Winter; It Will Create An Icebound, Petrified, Cast-iron University, And Nothing Else.