It Is As Absurd To Argue Men,

God Has Created Me To Do Him Some Definite Service; He Has Committed Some Work To Me Which He Has Not Committed To Another. I Have My Mission; I Never May Know It In This Life, But I Shall Be Told It In The Next. I Have A Part In A Great Work; I Am A Link In A Chain, A Bond Of Connection Between Persons. He Has Not Created Me For Naught. I Shall Do Good, I Shall Do His Work; I Shall Be An Angel Of Peace, A Preacher Of Truth In My Own Place, While Not Intending It, If I Do But Keep His Commandments And Serve Him In My Calling.

A Great Memory Is Never Made Synonymous With Wisdom, Any More Than A Dictionary Would Be Called A Treatise.

The Heart Is Commonly Reached, Not Through The Reason, But Through The Imagination, By Means Of Direct Impressions, By The Testimony Of Facts And Events, By History, By Description. Persons Influence Us, Voices Melt Us, Looks Subdue Us, Deeds Inflame Us. Many A Man Will Live And Die Upon A Dogma; No Man Will Be A Martyr For A Conclusion.

An Academical System Without The Personal Influence Of Teachers On Pupils, Is An Arctic Winter; It Will Create An Icebound, Petrified, Cast-iron University, And Nothing Else.

With Christians, A Poetical View Of Things Is A Duty. We Are Bid To Color All Things With Hues Of Faith, To See A Divine Meaning In Every Event.