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No Nation Can Be Destroyed While It Possesses A Good Home Life.

The Pleasant Converse Of The Fireside, The Simple Songs Of Home, The Words Of Encouragement As I Bend Over My School-tasks, The Kiss As I Lie Down To Rest, The Patient Bearing With The Freaks Of My Restless Nature, The Gentle Counsels Mingled With Reproofs And Approvals, The Sympathy That Meets And Assuages Every Sorrow, And Sweetens Every Little Success--all These Return To Me Amid The Responsibilities Which Press Upon Me Now, And I Feel As If I Had Once Lived In Heaven, And, Straying, Had Lost My Way.

Wealth Is The Least Trustworthy Of Anchors.

Poet, Forger Of Ideals, Dreamer Among The Possibilities Of Life, Prophet Of The Millenium, Do You Get Impatient With The Prosaic Life Around You -- The Dulness, And The Earthliness, And The Brutishness Of Men? Fret Not. Go Forward Into The Realm Which Stretches Before You; Climb The Highest Mountain You Can Reach, And Plant A Cross There. The Nations Will Come Up To It Some Day. Work For Immortality If You Will; Then Wait For It. If Your Own Age Fail To Recognize You, A Coming Age Will Not.

Every Man Who Can Be A First-rate Something -- As Every Man Can Be Who Is A Man At All -- Has No Right To Be A Fifth-rate Something; For A Fifth-rate Something Is Not Better Than A First-rate Nothing.