A Great Memory Does Not Make A

The Love Of Our Private Friends Is The Only Preparatory Exercise For The Love Of All Men.

Now What Is It Moves Our Very Hearts, And Sickens Us So Much At Cruelty Shown To Poor Brutes? I Suppose This First, That They Have Done No Harm; Next, That They Have No Power Whatever Of Resistance; It Is The Cowardice And Tyranny Of Which They Are The Victims Which Makes Their Sufferings So Especially Touching.

To Live Is To Change, And To Be Perfect Is To Have Changed Often.

Lead, Kindly Light, Amid The Encircling Gloom, Lead Thou Me On.

True Religion Is Slow In Growth, And, When Once Planted, Is Difficult Of Dislodgement; But Its Intellectual Counterfeit Has No Root In Itself: It Springs Up Suddenly, It Suddenly Withers.