I Look Into Your Great Brown Eyes,

No Genuine Observer Can Decide Otherwise Than That The Homes Of A Nation Are The Bulwarks Of Personal And National Safety And Thrift.

The Temple Of Art Is Built Of Words. Painting And Sculpture And Music Are But The Blazon Of Its Windows, Borrowing All Their Significance From The Light, And Suggestive Only Of The Temple's Uses.

Ah! Soul Of Mine! Ah! Soul Of Mine! Thy Sluggish Senses Are But Bars That Stand Between Thee And The Stars, And Shut Thee From The World Divine.

Every Man's Powers Have Relation To Some Kind Of Work; And Whenever He Finds That Kind Of Work Which He Can Do Best--that To Which His Powers Are Best Adapted--he Finds That Which Will Give Him The Best Development, And That By Which He Can Best Build Up, Or Make, His Manhood.

A Man In Whom Religion Is An Inspiration, Who Has Surrendered His Being To Its Power, Who Drinks It, Breathes It, Bathes In It, Cannot Speak Otherwise Than Religiously.