There Is A Two-fold Solemnity Which Belongs

He Who, With Strong Passions, Remains Chaste--he Who, Keenly Sensitive, With Manly Power Of Indignation In Him, Can Yet Restrain Himself And Forgive--these Are Strong Men, Spiritual Heroes.

The True Aim Of Every One Who Aspires To Be A Teacher Should Be, Not To Impart His Own Opinions,but To Kindle Minds.

Every Day His Servants Are Dying Modestly And Peacefully--not A Word Of Victory On Their Lips; But Christ's Deep Triumph In Their Hearts--watching The Slow Progress Of Their Own Decay, And Yet So Far Emancipated From Personal Anxiety That They Are Still Able To Think And Plan For Others, Not Knowing That They Are Doing Any Great Thing. They Die, And The World Hears Nothing Of Them; And Yet Theirs Was The Completest Victory. They Came To The Battle Field, The Field To Which They Had Been Looking Forward All Their Lives, And The Enemy Was Not To Be Found. There Was No Foe To Fight With.

Earth Has Not A Spectacle More Glorious Or More Fair To Show Than This Love Tolerating Intolerance; Charity Covering, As With A Vail, Even The Sin Of The Lack Of Charity.

There Is A Mighty Gulf Between Those Who Love And Those Who Do Not Love God To The One Class We Owe Civility, Courtesy, Kindness, Even Tenderness. It Is Only Those Who Love The Lord Who Should Find In Our Hearts A Home.