Did Any Man At His Death Ever

Another Powerful Principle Of Our Nature, Which Is The Spring Of War, Is The Passion For Superiority, For Triumph, For Power. The Human Mind Is Aspiring, Impatient Of Inferiority, And Eager For Preeminence And Control.

Conscience, The Sense Of Right, The Power Of Perceiving Moral Distinctions, The Power Of Discerning Between Justice And Injustice, Excellence And Baseness, Is The Highest Faculty Given Us By God, The Whole Foundation Of Our Responsibility, And Our Sole Capacity For Religion. ...god, In Giving Us Conscience, Has Implanted A Principle Within Us Which Forbids Us To Prostrate Ourselves Before Mere Power, Or To Offer Praise Where We Do Not Discover Worth.

We Smile At The Ignorance Of The Savage Who Cuts Down The Tree In Order To Reach Its Fruit; But The Same Blunder Is Made By Every Person Who Is Over Eager And Impatient In The Pursuit Of Pleasure.

It Is Chiefly Through Books That We Enjoy Intercourse With The Superior Minds, And These Invaluable Means Of Communication Are In Reach Of All. In The Best Books, Great Men Talk To Us, Give Us Their Most Precious Thoughts, And Pour Their Souls Into Ours. God Be Thanked For Books. They Are The Voices Of The Distant And The Dead, And Make Us Heirs Of The Spiritual Life Of Past Ages. Books Are True Levellers. They Give To All, Who Faithfully Use Them, The Society, The Spiritual Presence Of The Best And Greatest Of Our Race.

Most Joyful Let The Poet Be, It Is Through Him That All Men See.