Life Is A Crucible. We Are Thrown

A Man That Simply Loads Himself Down With Possessions Of Which He Has No Actual Need, When He Dies Slips Out Of Them--as A Little Insect Might Slip Out Of Some Parasite Shell Into Which It Has Ensconced Itself--into The Grave, And Is Forgotten.

Neutral Men Are The Devil's Allies.

Life Itself Suggests A Higher Good Than Life Itself Can Yield.

For Soon, Very Soon Do Men Forget Their Friends Upon Whom Death's Seal Is Set.

The Angels May Have Wider Spheres Of Action, May Have Nobler Forms Of Duty; But Right With Them And With Us Is One And The Same Thing.