{"collection":"philosophy-ethics","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_69627/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_69627","id":"gutenberg_69627","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/69627","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Essays, Letters & Speeches","Category: Philosophy & Ethics","Quotations, English"],"text":"[Illustration: EDWIN MARKHAM\n\n    _Come, let us live the poetry we sing._\n]\n\n\n\n\n  THOUGHTS\n\n  Selected from the Writings of\n  Favorite Authors\n\n  BY\n\n  Ladies of Fabiola Hospital Association\n\n  Oakland, California\n\n  [Illustration]\n\n  NEW YORK:\n\n  DODGE PUBLISHING COMPANY\n\n  53 and 55 Fifth Avenue\n\n\n\n\nThe Compilers acknowledge with grateful thanks the courtesy of Messrs.\nHoughton, Mifflin and Company; Dodd, Mead and Company (for selections\nfrom Hamilton Wright Mabie\u2019s \u201cBefore My Library Fire,\u201d \u201cIn the\nForest of Arden,\u201d and other publications); Little, Brown and Company\n(selections from Lilian Whiting\u2019s \u201cFrom Dreamland Sent,\u201d \u201cThe World\nBeautiful,\u201d First, Second and Third Series, and other publications),\nand others in allowing insertion of selections from works of which they\nown the copyright.\n\n\n[Thoughts. 4]\n\nCopyrighted, 1901,\n\nby\n\nJESSIE K. FREEMAN and SARAH S. B. YULE.\n\n\n\n\nThe pleasantest things in the world are pleasant thoughts, and the\ngreat art in life is to have as many of them as possible.--_Bov\u00e9e._\n\n\nTo get peace, if you do want it, make for yourselves nests of pleasant\nthoughts. None of us yet knows, for none of us has been taught in early\nyouth, what fairy palaces we may build of beautiful thoughts--proof\nagainst all adversity. Bright fancies, satisfied memories, noble\nhistories, faithful sayings, treasure-houses of precious and restful\nthoughts, which care cannot disturb, nor pain make gloomy, nor poverty\ntake away from us--houses built without hands for our souls to live\nin.--_Ruskin._\n\n\n  I saw the mountains stand\n  Silent, wonderful, and grand,\n  Looking out across the land\n  When the golden light was falling\n  On distant dome and spire;\n  And I heard a low voice calling,\n  \u201cCome up higher, come up higher,\n  From the lowland and the mire,\n  From the mist of earth desire,\n  From the vain pursuit of pelf,\n  From the attitude of self;\n  Come up higher, come up higher.\u201d\n                --_James G. Clarke._\n\n\nThe thrift of time will repay in after life with usury of profit\nbeyond your most sanguine dreams, and waste of it will make you\ndwindle alike in intellectual and moral stature beyond your darkest\nreckoning.--_Gladstone._\n\n\nNever bear more than one kind of trouble at a time. Some people bear\nthree--all they have had, all they have now, and all they expect to\nhave.--_Edward Everett Hale._\n\n\n  Age is opportunity no less\n    Than youth itself, though in another dress;\n  And as the evening twilight fades away\n    The sky is filled with stars invisible by day.\n                --_Longfellow._\n\n\nIf there is any person to whom you feel dislike, that is the person of\nwhom you ought never to speak.--_R. Cecil._\n\n\nThe great thing in the world is not so much where we stand, as in what\ndirection we are moving.--_Oliver Wendell Holmes._\n\n\nIn nature there is no blemish but the mind;--none can be called\ndeformed but the unkind.--_Shakespeare._\n\n\n  \u201cYou never can tell what your thoughts will do,\n    In bringing you hate or love;\n  For thoughts are things, and their airy wings\n    Are swifter than carrier doves.\n  They follow the law of the universe,--\n    Each thing must create its kind;\n  And they speed o\u2019er the track to bring you back\n    Whatever went out from your mind.\u201d\n\n\nDo the duty which lies nearest thee, which thou knowest to be a duty.\nThy second duty will already have become clearer.--_Carlyle._\n\n\nWe need a revival of the individual. The question is not, What are they\ndoing?--but, What am I doing? Not, Why do you not do this, that, or\nthe other?--but, Why am not I doing this, that, or the other?--_Jenkin\nLloyd Jones._\n\n\nThat man is blessed who every day is permitted to behold anything so\npure and serene as the western sky at sunset, while revolutions vex the\nworld.--_Henry D. Thoreau._\n\n\n  There\u2019s life alone in duty done,\n  And rest alone in striving.\n                --_Whittier._\n\n\nIt is a matter of economy to be happy, to view life and all its\nconditions from the brightest angle; it enables one to seize life at\nits very best. It expands the soul.--_H. W. Dresser._\n\n\nTo educate the heart, one must be willing to go out of himself, and to\ncome into loving contact with Others.--_James Freeman Clarke._\n\n\nAssociate reverently, and as much as you can, with your loftiest\nthought.--_Henry D. Thoreau._\n\n\nThis question then is ours--are we doing our part in the growth of the\nrace? In the current of life are we moving forward? Do our years mark\nmilestones in humanity\u2019s struggle towards perfection? Is the God within\nus so much more unrolled, when our development has reached its highest\npoint? Can we transmit to our children a better heritage of brain and\nsoul than our fathers left to us? Has the race through us gained some\nlittle in the direction of the law of love? If we have done our part in\nthis struggle our lives have not been in vain.--_David Starr Jordan._\n\n\nVirgil said of the winning crew in his boat-race, \u201cThey can, because\nthey believe they can.\u201d\n\n\nLet us be of good cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to\nbear are those which never come.--_Lowell._\n\n\nTo be wise we must first learn to be happy: for those who can finally\nissue forth from self by the portal of happiness, know infinitely wider\nfreedom than those who pass through the gate of sadness.--_Maurice\nMaterlinck._\n\n\nWhen we humor our weaknesses they force themselves continually upon\nour attention, like spoiled children. When we assert our mastery of\nourselves and compel its recognition, we stand secure in our sovereign\nrights.--_Chas. B. Newcomb._\n\n\nPut away all sarcasm from your speech. Never complain. Do not prophesy\nevil. Have a good word for everyone, or else keep silent.--_Henry Ward\nBeecher._\n\n\n  Boys flying kites haul in their white winged birds,\n  You can\u2019t do that way when you\u2019re flying words.\n  Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead,\n  But God himself can\u2019t stop them when they\u2019re said.\n                --_Will Carleton._\n\n\nMould conditions aright, and men will grow good to fit them.--_Horace\nFletcher._\n\n\nPride\n\n  Is littleness; he who feels contempt\n  For any living thing hath faculties\n  Which he has never used.\n                --_Wordsworth._\n\n\nTreat your friends for what you know them to be. Regard no surfaces.\nConsider not what they did, but what they intended.--_Henry D. Thoreau._\n\n\nSmall kindnesses, small courtesies, small considerations,\nhabitually practiced in our social intercourse, give a greater\ncharm to the character than the display of great talent and\naccomplishments.--_Kelty._\n\n\nI believe that the mind can be profaned by the habit of attending\nto trivial things, so that all our thoughts shall be tinged with\ntriviality.--_Henry D. Thoreau._\n\n\nDon\u2019t hang a dismal picture on the wall, and do not daub with sables\nand glooms in your conversation. Don\u2019t be a cynic and disconsolate\npreacher.--_Emerson._\n\n\nNo good thing is failure and no evil thing success.--_W. C. Gannett\u2019s\nfavorite proverb._\n\n\n  Wisdom is knowing what to do next;\n      Skill is knowing how to do it, and Virtue is doing it.\n                --_David Starr Jordan._\n\n\nAlways laugh when you can; it is a cheap medicine. Merriment\nis a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of\nexistence.--_Byron._\n\n\nIf we are not responsible for the thoughts that pass our doors, we are\nat least responsible for those we admit and entertain.--_Charles B.\nNewcomb._\n\n\n  Not for the crying,\n  Not for the loud beseeching\n      Will peace draw near.\n  Rest with palms folded,\n  Rest with thine eyelids fallen,\n      Lo! peace is here.\n                --_E. R. Sill._\n\n\nWould you remain always young, and would you carry all joy and buoyancy\nof youth into your maturer years? Then have care concerning but one\nthing--how you live in your thought world.--_R. W. Trine._\n\n\n  Lord, for to-morrow and its needs\n      I do not pray,\n  Help me from stain of sin\n      Just for to-day.\n\n  Let me both diligently work\n      And duly pray,\n  Let me be kind in word and deed\n      Just for to-day.\n\n  Let me be slow to do my will,\n      Prompt to obey,\n  Help me to sacrifice myself\n      Just for to-day.\n\n  Let me no wrong or idle word\n      Unthinking say,\n  Put Thou Thy seal upon my lips\n      Just for to-day.\n\n  So for to-morrow and its needs\n      I do not pray,\n    But keep me, guide me, hold me, Lord,\n      Just for to-day.\n                --_Canon Farrar._\n\n\nTo live in love is to live an everlasting youth. Whoever enters old age\nby this royal road will find the last of life to be the very best of\nlife. Instead of finding himself descending the hills of life, he will\nfind it up-hill all the way, into clearer air. There the vision reaches\nfurther; here the sunsets are more golden and the twilight lasts\nlonger.--_Mrs. Mary A. Livermore._\n\n\nThose who live on the mountain have a longer day than those who live\nin the valley. Sometimes all we need to brighten our day is to rise a\nlittle higher.--_Rev. S. J. Barrows._\n\n\nGood luck is the willing handmaid of upright, energetic character, and\nconscientious observance of duty.--_James Russell Lowell._\n\n\nThe highest compact we can make with our fellow is, let there be truth\nbetween us two forevermore.--_Emerson._\n\n\nUnfaithfulness in the keeping of an appointment is an act of\nclear dishonesty. You may as well borrow a person\u2019s money as his\ntime.--_Horace Mann._\n\n\n  All service ranks the same with God--\n  There is no last nor first.\n                --_Browning._\n\n\nLogic makes only one demand, that of conscience. But life makes a\nthousand. The body wants health; the imagination cries out for beauty;\nand the heart for love. Pride asks for consideration; the soul yearns\nfor peace; the conscience for holiness; our whole being is athirst for\nhappiness and for perfection.--_Amiel._\n\n\nWhat if it does look like rain, it is fine now!--_William Smith._\n\n\nWas there ever a wiser or more loving conspiracy than that which\nkeeps the venerable figure of Santa Claus from slipping away, with\nall the other old-time myths, into the forsaken wonderland of the\npast?--_Hamilton Wright Mabie._\n\n\nMankind are always happier for having been happy. So that if you make\nthem happy now, you make them happy twenty years hence by the memory of\nit.--_Sydney Smith._\n\n\nNever fancy you could be something if only you had a different lot and\nsphere assigned you. The very things that you most deprecate, as fatal\nlimitations or obstructions, are probably what you most want. What\nyou call hindrances, obstacles, discouragements, are probably God\u2019s\nopportunities.--_Horace Bushnell._\n\n\n  Who may not strive, may yet fulfil\n  The harder task of standing still,\n  And good but wished, with God is done.\n                --_Whittier._\n\n\nHappiness and the sense of victory are only for those who live for\nconscience and duty and the soul\u2019s higher ideals.--_Newell Dwight\nHillis._\n\n\n\u201cTry this for one day:--Think as though your thoughts were visible to\nall about you.\u201d\n\n\nThe world turns aside to let any man pass who knows whither he is\ngoing.--_David Starr Jordan._\n\n\nBeware lest thy friend learn to tolerate one frailty of thine, and so\nan obstacle be raised to the progress of thy love.--_Thoreau._\n\n\nAs soon as a stranger is introduced into any company, one of the first\nquestions which all wish to have answered, is, How does that man get\nhis living? And with reason; every man is a consumer, and ought to\nbe a producer. He fails to make his place good in the world unless\nhe not only pays his debts but also adds something to the common\nwealth.--_Emerson._\n\n\nAll impatience disturbs the circulation, scatters force, makes\nconcentration difficult if not impossible.--_C. B. Newcomb._\n\n\n    When the sun of joy is hidden\n  And the sky is overcast,\n    Just remember light is coming\n  And a storm can never last.\n                --_J. B. Smiley._\n\n\nThere is no music in a rest, that I know of, but there is the making of\nmusic in it.--_Ruskin._\n\n\n      Our lives are songs;\n      God writes the words,\n  And we set them to music at leisure:\n  And the song is sad, or the song is glad\n  As we choose to fashion the measure.\n\n      We must write the song,\n      Whatever the words,\n  Whatever its rhyme, or meter;\n  And if it is sad, we must make it glad,\n  And if sweet, we must make it sweeter.\n                --_Gibbon._\n\n\n    For what you find in these sweet days,\n  Depends on how you go about it;\n    A glad heart helps poor eyes to see,\n  What brightest eyes can\u2019t see without it.\n\n    One child sees sunlit air and sky\n  And bursting leaf buds, round and ruddy;\n    Another looks at his own feet,\n  And only sees that it is muddy!\n                --_Henrietta R. Eliot._\n\n\n    The work of the world is done by few;\n    God asks that a part be done by you.\n                --_Sarah K. Bolton._\n\n\nThis nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and\ngovernment of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not\nperish from the earth.--_Abraham Lincoln._\n\n\nWe are haunted by an ideal life, and it is because we have within us\nthe beginning and the possibility of it.--_Phillips Brooks._\n\n\n  Earth\u2019s crammed with heaven,\n  And every common bush afire with God.\n                --_E. B. Browning._\n\n\nThoughts are forces: through their instrumentality we have in our\ngrasp, and as our rightful heritage, the power of making life and all\nits manifold conditions exactly what we will.--_R. W. Trine._\n\n\nPeople seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a\nconfession of character.--_Emerson._\n\n\n[Illustration: HORATIO STEBBINS\n\n_The understanding is the vestibule of the mind! Uncover thy\nhead, and enter the temple of the soul! Behold the power, the\nbeauty and the love! If we had nothing but understanding, how\nlittle should we know or think or feel!_]\n\n\nBlessed are the Happiness Makers. Blessed are they who know how to\nshine on one\u2019s gloom with their cheer.--_Henry Ward Beecher._\n\n\nThe time will come when the civilized man will feel that the rights of\nevery living creature on the earth are as sacred as his own. Anything\nshort of this cannot be perfect civilization.--_David Starr Jordan._\n\n\n    Search thine own heart. What paineth thee\n  In others, in thyself may be;\n    All dust is frail, all flesh is weak;\n  Be thou the true man thou dost seek.\n                --_Whittier._\n\n\nBeware of despairing about yourself.--_St. Augustine._\n\n\n  If you were born to honor, show it now:\n  If put upon you, make the judgment good\n  That thought you worthy of it.\n                --_Shakespeare._\n\n\n  Then a voice within his breast\n    Whispered, audible and clear:\n  \u201cDo thy duty; that is best;\n  Leave unto the Lord the rest!\u201d\n                --_Longfellow._\n\n\n  \u201cThere are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,\n  There are souls that are pure and true;\n  Then give to the world the best you have,\n  And the best will come to you.\n  Give love, and love to your heart will flow,\n  A strength in your utmost need;\n  Have faith, and a score of hearts will show\n  Their faith in your word and deed.\u201d\n\n\nFortune will call at the smiling gate.--_Japanese Proverb._\n\n\n  \u201cTalk health; the dreary never-ending tale\n  Of mortal maladies is worn and stale.\n  You cannot charm or interest or please\n  By harping on that minor chord, disease.\n  Say you are well, or all is well with you\n  And God shall hear your words and make them true.\u201d\n\n\nWhenever you are angry, be assured that it is not only a present evil,\nbut that you have increased a habit.--_Epictetus._\n\n\nHow true it is that what we really see day by day depends less on the\nobjects and scenes before our eyes than on the eyes themselves and the\nminds and hearts that use them.--_F. D. Huntington._\n\n\nYou have not fulfilled every duty, unless you have fulfilled that of\nbeing pleasant.--_Charles Buxton._\n\n\nIf I am not for myself who will be for me? But if I am for myself alone\nwhat am I? If not now--when?--_Hillel._\n\n\n  I asked the New Year for some motto sweet,\n  Some rule of life by which to guide my feet;\n  I asked and paused. It answered, soft and low:\n      \u201cGod\u2019s will to know.\u201d\n  \u201cWill knowledge then suffice, New Year?\u201d I cried;\n  But ere the question into silence died,\n  The answer came: \u201cNay; this remember, too,\n      God\u2019s will to do.\u201d\n  \u201cTo know; to do; can this be all we give\n  To Him in Whom we are, and move and live?\n  No more, New Year?\u201d \u201cThis, too, must be your care:\n      God\u2019s will to bear.\u201d\n  Once more I asked: \u201cIs there still more to tell?\u201d\n  And once again the answer sweetly fell;\n  \u201cYea, this one thing, all other things above;\n      God\u2019s will to love.\u201d\n                --_J. M. C. Bouchard, S. J._\n\n\nShun idleness, it is the rust that attaches itself to the most\nbrilliant metals.--_Voltaire._\n\n\nFew men suspect how much mere talk fritters away spiritual energy--that\nwhich should be spent in action, spends itself in words. Hence he who\nrestrains that love of talk lays up a fund of spiritual strength.--_F.\nW. Robertson._\n\n\nTruthfulness is the foundation of all personal excellence. It exhibits\nitself in conduct. It is rectitude, truth in action, and shines through\nevery word and deed.--_Samuel Smiles._\n\n\nThe cry of the age is more for fraternity than for charity. If\none exists, the other will follow, or better still, will not be\nneeded.--_Dr. Henry D. Chapin._\n\n\nThere is philosophy as well as philanthropy in the keeping in touch\nwith all sweetness and love, in the being swift to be kind. This is\nliving on the spiritual plane, and spirituality is power.--_Lilian\nWhiting._\n\n\nManners are the happy ways of doing things. If they are superficial,\nso are the dewdrops, which give such a depth to the morning\nmeadows.--_Emerson._\n\n\n  Being all fashioned of the self-same dust,\n  Let us be merciful as well as just.\n                --_Longfellow._\n\n\n\u201cThe man who never makes mistakes loses a great many chances to learn\nsomething.\u201d\n\n\nWhy should a true and sincere appreciation be termed flattery, and\ndegraded to the level of insincere praise? Why should an individual\nbe accused of acting from base and selfish policy because he feels\nthe glow and warmth of social response?--_The World Beautiful, Lilian\nWhiting._\n\n\nOur power over others lies not so much in the amount of thought within\nus as in the power of bringing it out.--_W. E. Channing._\n\n\nCould a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each\nother\u2019s eyes for an instant?--_Thoreau._\n\n\nWhy should we wear black for the guests of God?--_Ruskin._\n\n\nI always seek the good that is in people and leave the bad to Him who\nmade mankind and knows how to round off the corners.--_Goethe\u2019s Mother._\n\n\n  I am not concerned that I have no place,\n  I am concerned how I may fit myself for one.\n  I am not concerned that I am not known,\n  I seek to be worthy to be known.\n                --_Confucius._\n\n\nThe sunrise never failed us yet.--_Celia Thaxter._\n\n\nDon\u2019t bewail and bemoan. Omit the negative propositions. Nerve us with\nincessant affirmations. Don\u2019t waste yourself in rejection, nor bark\nagainst the bad, but chant the beauty of the good.--_Emerson._\n\n\nHow the sting of poverty, or small means, is gone when one keeps\nhouse for one\u2019s own comfort, and not for the comfort of one\u2019s\nneighbors.--_Dinah Maria Mulock._\n\n\nCulture is not an accident of birth, although our surroundings advance\nor retard it; it is always a matter of individual education.--_Hamilton\nW. Mabie._\n\n\nNo man need hunt for his mission. His mission comes to him. It is not\nabove, it is not below, it is not far--not to make happy human faces\nnow and then among the children of misery, but to keep happy human\nfaces about us all the time.--_J. F. W. Ware._\n\n\nGod\u2019s best gift to us is not things, but opportunities.--_Alice W.\nRollins._\n\n\nWhoever will prosper in any line of life must save his own time and do\nhis own thinking. He must spend neither time nor money which he has not\nearned.--_David Starr Jordan._\n\n\nI pray you, O excellent wife, not to cumber yourself and me to get a\nrich dinner for this man or this woman who has alighted at our gate,\nnor a bed-chamber made ready at too great a cost. These things they\ncan get for a dollar at any village. But let this stranger, if he\nwill, in your looks, in your accent, and behavior, read your heart and\nearnestness, your thought and will, which he cannot buy at any price in\nany village or city, and which he may well travel fifty miles and dine\nsparely and sleep hard in order to behold. Certainly, let the board be\nspread and let the bed be dressed for the traveler; but let not the\nemphasis of hospitality lie in these things. Honor to the house where\nthey are simple to the verge of hardship, so that there the intellect\nis awake and reads the laws of the Universe.--_Emerson._\n\n\n[Illustration: JOHN VANCE CHENEY\n\n  _The happiest heart that ever beat\n    Was in some quiet breast,\n  That found the common daylight sweet\n    And left to heaven the rest._]\n\n\n\u201cThe secret of the joy of living is the proper appreciation of what we\nactually possess.\u201d\n\n\n  So then believe that every bird that sings,\n    And every flower that stars the elastic sod,\n  And every thought the happy summer brings\n    To the pure spirit is a word of God.--_Coleridge._\n\n\nThrust an Emerson into any Concord, and his pungent presence will\npenetrate the entire region. Soon all who come within the radius of\nhis life respond to his presence as flowers and trees respond with\nboughs, brilliant and fragrant, to the sunshine. After a little, each\nEmerson stands girt about with Hawthornes, Whittiers, Holmeses and\nLowells.--_Newell Dwight Hillis._\n\n\nMake it your habit not to be critical about small things.--_Edward\nEverett Hale._\n\n\nThe nobler life is just as possible to us all as that which is ignoble.\nThe moment one will assert his freedom from petty cares, perplexities,\ntroubles, and anxieties, that moment they fall off of themselves.--_A\nStudy of Mrs. Browning, Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nHe approaches nearest to the gods who knows how to be silent even\nthough he knows he is in the right.--_Cato._\n\n\n  Ah! let us hope that to our praise\n    Good God not only reckons\n  The moments when we tread His ways,\n    But when the spirit beckons--\n  That some slight good is also wrought\n    Beyond self-satisfaction,\n  When we are simply good in thought,\n    Howe\u2019er we fail in action.\n                --_Lowell._\n\n\nWe need only obey. There is guidance for each of us, and by lowly\nlistening, we shall hear the right word.--_Emerson._\n\n\nWhen a man has not a good reason for doing a thing, he has one reason\nfor letting it alone.--_Sir Walter Scott._\n\n\nPure religion as taught by Jesus Christ is a life, a growth, a divine\nspirit within, coming out in love and sympathy and helpfulness to our\nfellow-men.--_Dr. H. W. Thomas._\n\n\nBe sure of the foundation of your life. Know why you live as you do. Be\nready to give a reason for it. Do not, in such a matter as life, build\non opinion or custom, or what you guess is true. Make it a matter of\ncertainty and science.--_Thomas Starr King._\n\n\nNothing raises the price of a blessing like its removal; whereas, it\nwas its continuance which should have taught us its value.--_Hannah\nMore._\n\n\nThe soul occupied with great ideas, best performs small duties.--_James\nMartineau._\n\n\nChristianity wants nothing so much in the world as sunny people, and\nthe old are hungrier for love than for bread. The Oil of Joy is very\ncheap, and if you can help the poor with a Garment of Praise, it will\nbe better for them than blankets.--_Drummond._\n\n\nYou will find it less easy to uproot faults than to choke them by\ngaining virtues. Do not think of your faults, still less of others\u2019\nfaults. In every person who comes near you look for what is good and\nstrong; honor that; rejoice in it; and as you can, try to imitate\nit; and your faults will drop off like dead leaves, when their time\ncomes.--_Ruskin._\n\n\nWhen you hold persistently to the successful mental state, you become a\nmagnet drawing other people to aid you as you in return can aid them.\nBut if you are much of the time despondent and gloomy, you become the\nnegative magnet driving the best from you.--_Prentice Mulford._\n\n\nThere are two days about which nobody should ever worry, and these are\nyesterday and to-morrow.--_Robert J. Burdette._\n\n\nA child, however educated, is still untaught if by his teaching we have\nnot emphasized his individual character, if we have not strengthened\nhis will and its guide and guardian, the mind.--_David Starr Jordan._\n\n\n  \u201cI am only a child who is lying\n    On the bosom of Infinite Love.\n  I speak not of living or dying;\n  I know not of sorrow or crying;\n    My thoughts are dwelling above.\n\n  \u201cThe spring of the life that is flowing\n    Is hidden with Christ in God.\n  Not yet the mystery knowing,\n  I feel that the peace is growing,\n    As a river grows deep and broad.\n\n  \u201cAll I need without price I am buying\n    By my trust in the Goodness above.\n  There\u2019s an end to my yearning and sighing,\n  For just like a child I am lying\n    On the bosom of Infinite Love.\u201d\n\n\nThe optimist, by his superior wisdom and insight, is making his own\nheaven, and in the degree that he makes his own heaven, is he helping\nto make one for all the world beside.--_R. W. Trine._\n\n\nDo not let your head run upon that which is none of your own, but pick\nout some of the best of your circumstances, and consider how eagerly\nyou would wish for them, were they not in your possession.--_Marcus\nAurelius._\n\n\nInsist on your self; never imitate. There is at this moment for you an\nutterance brave and grand as that of the colossal chisel of Phidias, or\nthe pen of Moses or Dante, but different from these. If you can hear\nwhat these patriarchs say, surely you can reply to them in the same\npitch of voice.--_Emerson._\n\n\n  Just because there\u2019s fallen\n    A snow-flake on his forehead,\n  He must go and fancy\n    \u2019Tis winter all the year!\n                --_Aldrich._\n\n\nHow poor they are that have not patience.--_Shakespeare._\n\n\nO God, animate us to cheerfulness! May we have a joyful sense of our\nblessings, learn to look on the bright circumstances of our lot, and\nmaintain a perpetual contentedness.--_W. E. Channing._\n\n\n  Thy love shall chant its own beatitudes\n  After its own self-working. A child\u2019s kiss\n  Set on the sighing lips shall make thee glad;\n  A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich;\n  A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong;\n  Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense\n  Of service which thou renderest.\n                --_E. B. Browning._\n\n\n  \u201cThen take this honey for the bitterest cup;\n  There is no failure, save in giving up;\n  No real fall so long as one still tries,\n  For seeming setbacks make the strong man wise.\n  There\u2019s no defeat, in truth, save from within;\n  Unless you\u2019re beaten there, you\u2019re bound to win.\u201d\n\n\n  A crowd of troubles passed him by\n    As he with courage waited;\n  He said, \u201cWhere do you troubles fly\n    When you are thus belated?\u201d\n  \u201cWe go,\u201d they say, \u201cto those who mope,\n    Who look on life dejected,\n  Who weakly say \u2018good-bye\u2019 to hope,\n    We go where we\u2019re expected.\u201d\n                --_Francis J. Allison._\n\n\n  \u201cBring me men to match my mountains,\n  Bring me men to match my plains;\n  Men with empires in their purpose\n  And new eras in their brains.\u201d\n\n\n  \u201cWho will remember that skies are gray\n  If he carries a happy heart all day?\u201d\n\n\nA man is specially and divinely fortunate, not when his conditions\nare easy, but when they evoke the very best that is in him; when they\nprovoke him to nobleness, and sting him to strength, when they clear\nhis vision, kindle his enthusiasm and inspire his will.--_Hamilton\nWright Mabie._\n\n\nThe deeper the feeling the less demonstrative will be the expression of\nit.--_Balzac._\n\n\nThe most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. If he\nknows I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward.--_H. D.\nThoreau._\n\n\n\u201cLive blameless; God is near.\u201d--_Inscribed over the door of the house\nof Linn\u00e6us, at Hammerby, Sweden._\n\n\nIt is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings.\nIt refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.--_George\nEliot._\n\n\nDo not discharge in haste the arrow which can never return: it is easy\nto destroy happiness; most difficult to restore it.--_Herder._\n\n\nDisappointment should always be taken as a stimulant, and never viewed\nas a discouragement.--_C. B. Newcomb._\n\n\n  In all the crowded Universe\n  There is but one stupendous word: Love.\n  There is no tree that rears its crest,\n  No fern or flower that cleaves the sod\n  Nor bird that sings above its nest,\n  But tries to speak this word of God.\n                --_J. G. Holland._\n\n\n  He who has a thousand friends has not one friend to spare,\n  And he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.\n                --_From the Arabic._\n\n\nIt is a great folly not to part with your own faults, which is\npossible, but to try instead to escape from other people\u2019s faults, which\nis impossible.--_Marcus Aurelius._\n\n\n\u201cTo persuade one soul to lead a better life is to leave the world\nbetter than you found it.\u201d\n\n\nIf you intend to be happy, don\u2019t be foolish enough to wait for a just\ncause.--_Chap-Book._\n\n\n    Don\u2019t borrow a creed from other people,\n  Nor hang most faith on the stoutest steeple.\n  Look up for your law, but oh! look higher\n  Than the hands on any human spire.\n  If ten think alike, and you think alone,\n  That never proves \u2019tis ten to one\n  They are right, you wrong; for truth, you see,\n  Is not a thing of majority.\n  It never can make you false, them true,\n  That there\u2019s more of them than there is of you:\n  If your touch is on Truth\u2019s garment\u2019s hem,\n  There is more of you than a world of them.\n  \u2019Tis not alone in the Orient region\n  That a certain hero\u2019s name is Legion.\n  Nor was it only for once to be\n  That the whole herd together ran down to the sea.\n\n  Your zenith for no man else is true:\n  Your beam from the sun comes alone to you.\n  And the thought the great God gave your brain\n  Is your own for the world, or the world\u2019s in vain.\n                --_Edward Rowland Sill._\n\n\nDiscontent is want of self-reliance: it is infirmity of\nwill.--_Emerson._\n\n\n\u201cHe that brings sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from\nhimself.\u201d\n\n\nGive us, oh, give us, the man who sings at his work! Be his occupation\nwhat it may, he is equal to any of those who follow the same pursuit\nin silent sullenness. He does more in the same time--he will do it\nbetter--he will persevere longer.--_Carlyle._\n\n\nSet about what thou intendest to do: the beginning is half the\nbattle.--_C\u00e6sar._\n\n\nBy the street of By-and-By, one arrives at the house of\nNever.--_Cervantes._\n\n\nNo wind serves him who has no destined port.--_Montaigne._\n\n\nBe sure you give men the best of your wares though they be poor\nenough; and the gods will help you to lay by a better store for the\nfuture.--_Henry D. Thoreau._\n\n\nReading is indeed to the mind as food is to the body--the material of\nwhich its fibre is made. It is surprising to note the difference in the\nquality of mental thought which even one-half hour\u2019s good reading each\nday will make.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\n      Men are four:\n  He who knows, and knows he knows,--\n      He is wise--follow him.\n  He who knows, and knows not he knows,--\n      He is asleep--wake him:--\n  He who knows not, and knows not he knows not,--\n      He is a fool--shun him.\n  He who knows not, and knows he knows not,--\n      He is a child--teach him.\n                --_Arabian Proverb._\n\n\nCherish ideals as the traveler cherishes the north star, and keep the\nguiding light pure and bright and high above the horizon.--_Newell\nDwight Hillis._\n\n\nThe days come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a\ndistant friendly party; but they say nothing, and if we do not use the\ngifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.--_Emerson._\n\n\n  \u2019Tis not in seeking,\n  \u2019Tis not in endless striving,\n      Thy quest is found.\n  Be still and listen,\n  Be still and drink the quiet\n      Of all around.\n                --_E. R. Sill._\n\n\nTo keep one\u2019s foot firmly set in the way that leads upwards, however\ndark and thorny it may be at the moment, is to conquer.--_The World\nBeautiful, Lilian Whiting._\n\n\n  And daily, hourly, loving and giving\n  In the poorest life makes heavenly living.\n                --_Rose Terry Cooke._\n\n\nTo love is the great glory, the last culture, the highest happiness; to\nbe loved is little in comparison.--_The Story of William and Lucy Smith,\n                         George S. Merriam._\n\n\nTo persevere in one\u2019s duty, and to be silent, is the best answer to\ncalumny.--_Washington._\n\n\nI have lived to know that the secret of happiness is never to allow\nyour energies to stagnate.--_Adam Clarke._\n\n\nEntertaining is the finest of all the fine arts, and it cannot be done\nby proxy. It cannot be done by the cook, nor yet by the decorator. Let\nthe hostess give her guests her personal interest, her sympathetic\ncomprehension, and she will have then mastered the delicate and subtle\nart.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nRead the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them at\nall.--_Henry D. Thoreau._\n\n\nI am primarily engaged to myself to be a public servant to all\nthe gods, to demonstrate to all men that there is a good will and\nintelligence at the heart of things, and ever higher and yet higher\nleadings.--_Emerson._\n\n\n  Be noble, and the nobleness that lies\n  In other men, sleeping, but never dead,\n  Will rise in majesty to meet thine own;\n  Then shalt thou see it gleam in many eyes,\n  Then will pure light about thy way be shed.\n                --_Lowell._\n\n\nFew causes age the body faster than wilful indolence and monotony of\nmind--the mind, that very principle of physical youthfulness.--_James\nLane Allen._\n\n\n\u201cTo speak wisely may not always be easy, but not to speak ill requires\nonly silence.\u201d\n\n\nIf you have not slept, or if you have slept, or if you have a headache,\nor sciatica, or leprosy, or thunder stroke, I beseech you by all the\nangels to hold your peace, and not pollute the morning, to which all\nthe housemates bring serene and pleasant thoughts, by corruptions and\ngroans.--_Emerson._\n\n\n  \u201c\u2018Downward the path of life!\u2019 Oh, no!\n  Up, up, with patient steps, I go;\n  I watch the skies fast brightening there;\n  I breathe a sweeter, purer air.\u201d\n\n\nHappiness rarely is absent. It is we that know not of its presence.\nThe greatest felicity avails us nothing if we know not that we are\nhappy.--_Maurice Materlinck._\n\n\n  There is no good in life but love--but love!\n  What else looks good, is some shade flung from love;\n  Love gilds it, gives it worth.\n                --_Robert Browning._\n\n\n[Illustration: Oliver Wendell Holmes\n\n_The great thing in the world is not so much where we stand, as\nin what direction we are moving._]\n\n\nInstead of a gem, or even a flower, cast the gift of a lovely thought\ninto the heart of a friend.--_Geo. Macdonald._\n\n\nBe satisfied with nothing but your best.--_Edward Rowland Sill._\n\n\nDo not think it wasted time to submit yourself to any influence that\nwill bring upon you any noble feeling.--_Ruskin._\n\n\nThank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do\nthat day, which must be done whether you like it or not. Being forced\nto work, and forced to do your best, will breed in you ... a hundred\nvirtues which the idle never know.--_Charles Kingsley._\n\n\nForesight is very wise, but foresorrow is very foolish; and castles\nare, at any rate, better than dungeons in the air.--_Sir John Lubbock._\n\n\nIt requires a sterner virtue than good nature to hold fast the truth,\nthat it is nobler to be shabby and honest, than to do things handsomely\nin debt.--_Juliana H. Ewing._\n\n\n\u201cDrop the subject when you cannot agree; there is no need to be bitter\nbecause you know you are right.\u201d\n\n\nIt is not only a part of the wisdom of happiness, but it is absolutely\nessential to the conditions of any true work in the world, to so\nlive that one may not be too greatly affected by the attitude of\nother people. A man\u2019s life is, after all, primarily between God and\nhimself.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nGet your distaff ready, and God will send you flax.--_Mary A.\nLivermore\u2019s favorite proverb._\n\n\nThe thoughts that come often unsought, and, as it were, drop into the\nmind, are commonly the most valuable we have, and therefore should be\nsecured, because they seldom return again.--_Locke._\n\n\n  The little worries that we meet each day\n  May be as stumbling-blocks across our way,\n  Or we may make them stepping-stones to be\n  Of grace, O Lord, to Thee!\n                --_A. E. Hamilton._\n\n\nA man\u2019s own good breeding is the best security against other people\u2019s\nill manners.--_Chesterfield._\n\n\nThe best teacher of duties that still lie near to us, is the practice\nof those we see and have at hand.--_Carlyle._\n\n\n\u201cThe secret of a sweet and Christian life is learning to live by the\nday. It is the long stretches that tire us.\u201d\n\n\nTo one who is in the r\u00f4le of host there can be no more bitter rebuke\nthan to have any guest or chance caller go out from the portals with\nthe feeling that he is sorry he came--that he is depressed rather\nthan up-lifted. For all personal association, whether permanent or\ntransient, whether prearranged or a matter of accidental contact,\nshould leave behind it a lingering charm, a deeper sense of the\nloveliness of life.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nOne of the natural tendencies of the mortal mind is toward proselyting.\nThe moment we believe something to be true, we begin to try to convert\nothers to our belief. We learn to say, with some degree of realization,\n\u201cGod worketh in me to will and to do of His good pleasure,\u201d but we\nquite forget that the same God is working equally in our brother\n\u201cto will and to do.\u201d \u201cI am the door,\u201d says the Christ within every\nman\u2019s own soul. Now you are trying to have your dear one enter in\nthrough your door. He must enter in through his own Christ, his own\ndesire.--_H. Emilie Cady._\n\n\nYou may not be able to leave your children a great inheritance, but day\nby day you may be weaving coats for them which they will wear through\nall eternity.--_T. L. Cuyler._\n\n\nHe that cannot forgive others, breaks the bridge over which he must\npass himself; for every man has need to be forgiven.--_Lord Herbert._\n\n\nWe exhaust our strength in our impatience at our work, and the\nconditions that surround us. There is nothing that comes to us which we\ncould not do easily with true adjustment, but we waste our forces in\nour worries.--_C. B. Newcomb._\n\n\nIt seems as if heroes had done almost all for the world that they\ncan do; and not much more can come until common men awake and\ntake their common tasks. I believe the common man\u2019s task is the\nhardest.--_Phillips Brooks._\n\n\nWhen we climb to heaven \u2019tis on the rounds of love to men.--_Whittier._\n\n\nWhen you find a person a little better than his word, a little\nmore liberal than his promise, a little more than borne out in his\nstatements by facts, a little larger in deed than in speech, you\nrecognize a kind of eloquence in that person\u2019s utterance not laid down\nin Blair or Campbell.--_Holmes._\n\n\nYoung man! let the nobleness of your mind impel you to its improvement.\nYou are too strong to be defeated, save by yourself.--_W. D. Howard._\n\n\nWhat we earnestly aspire to be, that in some sense we are.--_Anna\nJameson._\n\n\nThe mark of the man of the world is absence of pretension. He does not\nmake a speech, he takes a low business tone, avoids all brag, promises\nnot at all, performs much. He calls his employment by its lowest names,\nand so takes from evil tongues their sharpest weapon.--_Emerson._\n\n\n\u201cIn judging others, weigh carefully the method against the motive. If\nthe latter be pure, be patient and charitable, however different from\nyour own the method may be.\u201d\n\n\n\u201cRefuse to regard as unfortunate the treatment you receive from others;\nlet it stimulate you to deal more justly with yourself and with them.\u201d\n\n\nThe strength of affection is a proof not of the worthiness of the\nobject, but of the largeness of the soul which loves.--_F. W.\nRobertson._\n\n\nEvery flower is a hint of His beauty; every grain of wheat a token of\nHis beneficence; every atom of dust, a revelation of His power. In and\nthrough all things He is attracting our regard.--_Furness._\n\n\nOne never speaks of himself except at a loss.--_Montaigne._\n\n\nIt is easy in the world, to live after the world\u2019s opinion: it is easy\nin solitude, to live after our own. But the great man is he who in the\nmidst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of\nsolitude.--_Emerson._\n\n\n      If you knew the light\n  That your soul casts in my sight,\n      How I look to you\n      For the good and true,\n  The beauteous and the right.\n                --_Robert Browning._\n\n\nManners impress as they indicate real power. A man who is sure of his\npoint, carries a broad and contented expression, which everybody reads.\nAnd you cannot rightly train one to an air and manner, except by making\nhim the kind of man of whom that manner is the natural expression.\nNature forever puts a premium on reality.--_Emerson._\n\n\n  Who looks to Heaven alone to save his soul\n  May keep the path, but will not reach the goal:\n  But he who walks in love may wander far,\n  And God will bring him where the blessed are.\n                --_Henry Van Dyke._\n\n\n  \u201cIf you and I--just you and I--\n  Should laugh instead of worry;\n  If we should grow--just you and I--\n  Kinder and sweeter hearted,\n  Perhaps in some near by and by\n  A good time might get started;\n  Then what a happy world \u2019twould be\n  For you and me--for you and me!\u201d\n\n\n  Let nothing disturb thee,\n  Nothing affright thee;\n  All things are passing;\n  God never changeth;\n  Patient endurance\n  Attaineth to all things;\n  Who God possesseth\n  In nothing is wanting;\n  Alone God sufficeth.\n                --_Longfellow._\n\n\nThe world is full of judgment-days, and in every assembly that a man\nenters, in every action he attempts, he is gauged and stamped. A man\npasses for what he is worth.--_Emerson._\n\n\nLife is noble in proportion to the nobleness of faith; it is successful\nin proportion to the fixedness of faith.--_Joseph Le Conte._\n\n\nWe should tell ourselves once for all that it is the first duty of the\nsoul to become as happy, complete, independent, and great as lies in\nits power.--_Maurice Materlinck._\n\n\n\u201cCold and reserved natures should remember that though not infrequently\nflowers may be found beneath the snow, it is chilly work to dig for\nthem, and few care to take the trouble.\u201d\n\n\nWhenever we send out loving thought in generous profusion, every part\nof our environment echoes back a sweet benediction.--_Henry Wood._\n\n\nA good book, whether a novel or not, is one that leaves you farther on\nthan when you took it up. If when you drop it, it drops you down in the\nsame old spot, with no finer outlook, no clearer vision, no stimulated\ndesires for that which is better and higher, it is in no sense a good\nbook.--_Anna Warner._\n\n\nSilence is a great peacemaker.--_Longfellow._\n\n\nEach act of humble service is that divine touching of the ground which\nenables one to get the spring whereby he leaps to greater heights.--_R.\nW. Trine._\n\n\nEvery noble life leaves the fibre of it interwoven forever in the works\nof the world.--_Ruskin._\n\n\n\u201cIt is no use running; to set out betimes is the main point.\u201d\n\n\nOne ought never to speak of the faults of one\u2019s friends; it mutilates\nthem. They can never be the same afterward.--_William D. Howells._\n\n\nWhatever betide, every misfortune must be overcome by enduring\nit.--_Virgil._\n\n\n\u201cNever argue with a man who talks loud. You couldn\u2019t convince him in a\nthousand years.\u201d\n\n\nThe new science perceives that instincts and aspirations in the mind\nare facts of nature that must be interpreted and accounted for by\nreason as truly as a stone in the hand.--_Newell Dwight Hillis._\n\n\nWork and love: that is the body and soul of the human being. Happy he\nwhere they are one.--_Auerbach._\n\n\nYou picture to yourself the beauty of bravery and steadfastness. And\nthen some little, wretched, disagreeable duty comes which is your\nmartyrdom, the lamp for your oil; and if you do not do it, your oil is\nspilled.--_Phillips Brooks._\n\n\n\u201cWatch the thought you hold for the neighbor who is yet living in the\nconsciousness of truth as you understand it. As you are taught of the\nSpirit, so will he be taught in the way best adapted to him.\u201d\n\n\nWhy do we so often prefer to believe in the necessity of suffering and\nweakness rather than in the possibility of strength and gladness?--_C.\nB. Newcomb._\n\n\nGreat powers and natural gifts do not bring privileges to their\npossessor, so much as they bring duties.--_Henry Ward Beecher._\n\n\n  Every day should have some part\n  Free for the Sabbath of the heart.\n                --_Wordsworth._\n\n\nThe beautiful is as useful as the useful.--_Victor Hugo._\n\n\nThe higher education of women means more for the future than all\nconceivable legislative reforms. Its influence does not stop with the\nhome.--_David Starr Jordan._\n\n\n\u201cIt is not the spurt at the start, but the continued, unresting,\nunhasting advance that wins the day.\u201d\n\n\nThat which is past is gone and irrevocable, and wise men have enough to\ndo with things present and to come.--_Francis Bacon._\n\n\n  Whichever way the wind doth blow\n  Some heart is glad to have it so;\n  Then blow it east or blow it west,\n  The wind that blows, that wind is best.\n                --_Caroline A. Mason._\n\n\nA lady\u2019s dress should be such as to please God, not laying aside taste,\nfor is He not much more pleased when His children look well than\notherwise? I have no idea that Christ was negligent of his dress. His\ngarment was one counted worthy of casting lots upon.--_Mary Lyon._\n\n\nExperience shows that success is due less to ability than to zeal. The\nwinner is he who gives himself to his work, body and soul.--_Charles\nBuxton._\n\n\n  \u201cThe smelter bends above his pot of silver\n    Watching its restless heavings to and fro,\n  \u2019Till ready for the careful coiner,\n    His face reflected, the fused metal show.\u201d\n\n\nIt is monotony which eats the heart out of joy, destroys the\nbuoyancy of the spirit, and turns hope to ashes; it is monotony\nwhich saps the vitality of the emotions; depletes the energy of the\nwill, and finally turns the miracle of daily existence into dreary\ncommonplace. And monotony has its roots, not in our conditions, but in\nourselves.--_Hamilton Wright Mabie._\n\n\nBegin, therefore, with little things. Is it a little oil spilt or a\nlittle wine stolen? Say to yourself, this is the price paid for peace\nand tranquillity; and nothing is to be had for nothing. And when you\ncall your servant, consider that it is possible he may not come at your\ncall, or, if he does, that he may not do what you wish. But it is not\nat all desirable for him, and very undesirable for you, that it should\nbe in his power to cause you any disturbance.--_Epictetus._\n\n\nLet us never forget that an act of goodness is of itself an act of\nhappiness. No reward coming after the event can compare with the sweet\nreward that went with it.--_Maurice Materlinck._\n\n\nI said, \u201cI will go out and look for mine enemies,\u201d and that day I found\nno friends. Again, I said, \u201cI will go out and look for my friends,\u201d and\nthat day I found no enemies.--_Gertrude R. Lewis._\n\n\nSuch as are thy habitual thoughts, such also will be the character of\nthy mind, for the soul is dyed by the thoughts.--_Marcus Aurelius._\n\n\nHave faithfulness and sincerity as first principles.--_Confucius._\n\n\n\u201cIf you will call your \u2018troubles\u2019 \u2018experiences,\u2019 and remember that\nevery experience develops some latent force within you, you will grow\nvigorous and happy, however adverse your circumstances may seem to be.\u201d\n\n\nWanting to have a friend is altogether different from wanting to be a\nfriend. The former is a mere natural human craving, the latter is the\nlife of Christ in the soul.--_J. R. Miller._\n\n\nWhen we cultivate thoughts of strength for others, we ourselves grow\nstrong. Habitual thoughts of peace bring us tranquillity.--_C. B.\nNewcomb._\n\n\nAll high happiness has in it some element of love; all love contains a\ndesire for peace. One immediate effect of new happiness is to make us\nturn toward the past with a wish to straighten out its difficulties,\nheal its breaches and forgive its wrongs.--_James Lane Allen._\n\n\n  When I am very weary\n    I do not try to pray.\n  I only shut my eyes, and wait\n  To hear what God will say.\n  Such rest it is to wait for Him\n    As comes no other way.\n                --_Alice E. Worcester._\n\n\nYou have not fulfilled every duty unless you have fulfilled that of\nbeing pleasant.--_Charles Buxton._\n\n\nWe do a great deal of shirking in this life on the ground of not being\ngeniuses.--_Rose E. Cleveland._\n\n\nWe never know for what God is preparing us in His schools--for what\nwork on earth, for what work in the hereafter. Our business is to do\nour work well in the present place, whatever that may be.--_Dr. Lyman\n  Abbott._\n\n\nHealth is the first of all liberties, and happiness gives us the energy\nwhich is the basis of health.--_Amiel\u2019s Journal._\n\n\n  Not in the clamor of the crowded street,\n  Nor in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,\n  But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.\n                --_Longfellow._\n\n\nWhatever you may be sure of, be sure of this, that you are dreadfully\nlike other people.--_James Russell Lowell._\n\n\nThere is a dust that settles on the heart as well as that which rests\nupon the ledge. It is better to wear out than to rust out.--_Sir John\nLubbock._\n\n\nHow many a thing which we cast to the ground, when others pick it up\nbecomes a gem.--_George Meredith._\n\n\n[Illustration: Chas. W. Wendte\n\n_Success in life is a matter not so much of talent or opportunity as of\nconcentration and perseverance._]\n\n\nSunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is\nexhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only\ndifferent kinds of good weather.--_Ruskin._\n\n\n  A haze on the far horizon,\n  The infinite, tender sky;\n  The ripe, rich tint of the corn-fields,\n  And the wild geese sailing high;\n  And all over upland and lowland\n  The charm of the golden-rod,--\n  Some of us call it Autumn\n  And others call it God.\n                --_M. H. Carruth._\n\n\n  I built a chimney for a comrade old,\n    I did the service not for hope or hire,\n  And then I traveled on in winters cold;\n    Yet all the day I glowed before the fire.\n                --_Edwin Markham._\n\n\nFlowers, says Ruskin, seem intended for the solace of ordinary\nhumanity. Children love them; quiet, tender, contented, ordinary people\nlove them as they grow; they are the cottager\u2019s treasure; and in the\ncrowded town mark, as with a little broken fragment of rainbow, the\nwindows of the workers in whose heart rests the covenant of peace.\n\n\nGreat privileges never go save in company with great\nresponsibilities.--_Hamilton W. Mabie._\n\n\nHe who has a high standard of living and thinking will certainly do\nbetter than he who has none at all.--_Samuel Smiles._\n\n\nYou will find as you look back upon your life that the moments that\nstand out, the moments when you have really lived, are the moments when\nyou have done things in a spirit of love.--_Henry Drummond._\n\n\nAnd let him go where he will, he can only find so much beauty or worth\nas he carries.--_Emerson._\n\n\nAs you grow ready for it, somewhere or other you will find what is\nneedful for you--in a book, or a friend, or, best of all, in your\nown thoughts, the eternal thought speaking in your thought.--_George\nMacdonald._\n\n\n  Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!\n  The evening beam that smiles the clouds away\n  And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray.\n                --_Byron._\n\n\nDisplays of moral excellence, truths set forth in living actions, are\nmultiplied as they are shown. Men are won by what they approve. They\nare led to imitate what they admire. Laudable actions never stand\nalone. They go from eye to eye, from heart to heart, creating fresh\ncopies of their immortal worth.--_Dr. Frothingham._\n\n\n  Wouldst shape a noble life? Then cast\n  No backward glances toward the past,\n  And though somewhat be lost and gone,\n  Yet do thou act as one new-born;\n  What each day needs, that shalt thou ask,\n  Each day will set its proper task.\n                --_Goethe._\n\n\nWe should think just as though our thought were visible to all\nabout us. Real character is not outward conduct, but quality of\nthinking.--_Henry Wood._\n\n\nIt is a much shallower and more ignoble occupation to detect faults\nthan to discover beauties.--_Carlyle._\n\n\nWhatever you wish to accomplish, be willing to do, and to commence your\nwork at once, right where you find yourself, and decide that you do not\nwant anything better to begin with than the conditions that surround\nyou, for God is with you.--_Raja Yoga._\n\n\nNo one is respectable who is not doing his best.--_Horace Fletcher._\n\n\nThe broad-minded see the truth in different religions; the\nnarrow-minded see only their differences.--_Chinese Proverb._\n\n\n  The dawn is not distant,\n  Nor is the night starless;\n    Love is eternal!\n  God is still God, and\n  His faith shall not fail us;\n    Christ is eternal!\n                --_Longfellow._\n\n\n  Let us be like the bird for a moment perched\n    On a frail branch while he sings;\n  Though he feels it bend, yet he sings his song,\n    Knowing that he hath wings.\n                --_Victor Hugo._\n\n\n    Let us love so well\n  Our work shall still be sweeter for our love,\n  And still our love be sweeter for our work.\n                --_Elizabeth Barrett Browning._\n\n\n  \u201cIf you have gracious words to say\n  Oh, give them to our hearts to-day,\n  But if your words will cause us sorrow,\n  Pray keep them till the last to-morrow.\u201d\n\n\n  High thoughts and noble in all lands\n  Help me: my soul is fed by such.\n  But ah, the touch of life and hands,\n      The human touch!\n  Warm, vital, close, life\u2019s symbols dear,\n  These need I most, and now, and here.\n                --_Richard Burton._\n\n\nTo live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led\nby permanent ideals,--that is what keeps a man patient when the world\nignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.--_Dr.\nA. Peabody._\n\n\nThe test of an enjoyment is the remembrance which it leaves\nbehind.--_Jean Paul._\n\n\nNo education is complete, nor, indeed, of great permanent value,\nthat does not teach how to live contentedly and to economize nerve\nenergy.--_Mary Roberts Smith._\n\n\nI have seen manners that make a similar impression with personal\nbeauty, that give us the like exhilaration, and refine us like that.\nBut they must be marked by fine perception, they must always show\nself-control. Then they must be inspired by the good heart.--_Emerson._\n\n\nPatience! have faith and thy prayer will be answered.--_Longfellow._\n\n\n\u201cSentiment cannot do duty for humanity.\u201d\n\n\nThe life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming\ndreams, but in active charity and in willing service.--_Longfellow._\n\n\nWe find in life exactly what we put into it.--_Emerson._\n\n\nEvery duty we omit obscures some truth we should have known.--_Ruskin._\n\n\nFrom Socrates to Browning the thinkers and poets have all been\nemancipators. In the end, this bringing of new light into the minds of\nthe world will be counted their chief service.--_Hamilton W. Mabie._\n\n\n  By all means use sometimes to be alone.\n  Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear.\n  Dare to look in thy chest--for \u2019tis thine own,--\n  And tumble up and down what thou findest there.\n  Who cannot rest till he good fellows finde,\n  He breaks up house, turns out of doors his minde.\n                --_George Herbert._\n\n\nPersonal happiness is almost synonymous with personal interests;\nthe wider the range of the latter, the higher is the degree of\nhappiness.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nThoughts of courage, and hope, and highest expectation growing\nhabitual, may lift out and up many a weary pilgrim.--_L. Purington._\n\n\n\u201cThe ornaments of a home are the guests who frequent it.\u201d\n\n\nDo not waste a minute--not a second--in trying to demonstrate to others\nthe merit of your own performance. If your work does not vindicate\nitself, you cannot vindicate it.--_Thomas Wentworth Higginson._\n\n\nTo go about moping, depressed, blue, out of spirits in general, is to\nexist, but not to live. It is the condition of a mollusk, and unworthy\na human being. Worry is a state of spiritual corrosion. A trouble\neither can be remedied, or it cannot. If it can be, then set about\nit; if it cannot be, dismiss it from your consciousness, or bear it\nso bravely that it may become transfigured to a blessing.--_Lilian\nWhiting._\n\n\n  \u201cIt is easy enough to be pleasant\n    When life flows by like a song,\n  But the man worth while is the man who will smile\n    When everything goes dead wrong;\n  For the test of the heart is trouble,\n    And it always comes with years,\n  And the smile that comes with the praises of earth\n    Is the smile that shines through tears.\u201d\n\n\nI think we should treat our minds as innocent children whose guardian\nwe are--be careful what objects and what subjects we thrust on their\nattention.--_Henry D. Thoreau._\n\n\nGather roses while they blossom; to-morrow is not to-day! Allow no\nmoment to escape; to-morrow is not to-day.--_Gleim._\n\n\nCheapness of nature can be redeemed only from one source--that of\nthe invisible power on the divine side of life. By seeking this in\nsilence and concentration for a little time each day all refinement and\nloveliness and charm can be achieved. It is the magic of life.--_The\nWorld Beautiful, Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nI have wished to teach a single lesson, true alike to all men--the\nlesson of the saving of time.--_David Starr Jordan._\n\n\nThere are so many things--best things--that can only come when youth is\npast, that it may well happen to many of us to find ourselves happier\nand happier to the last.--_George Eliot._\n\n\n        This world is no blot for us\n  Nor blank; it means intensely, and means good.\n                --_Browning._\n\n\nPoetry frequents and keeps habitable those upper chambers of the mind\nthat open toward the sun\u2019s rising.--_James Russell Lowell._\n\n\nThe individual who cultivates grievances, and who is perpetually\nexacting explanations of his assumed wrongs, can only be ignored, and\nleft to the education of time and of development.... One does not argue\nor contend with the foul miasma that settles over stagnant water; one\nleaves it and climbs to a higher region, where the air is pure and the\nsunshine fair.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\n\u201cManners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the world.\u201d\n\n\nLet not future things disturb thee, for thou wilt come to them if it\nshall be necessary, having with thee the same reason which thou now\nusest for present things.--_Marcus Aurelius._\n\n\nWe hear much said of \u201cenvironment.\u201d We need to realize that environment\nshould never be allowed to make the man, but that man should always,\nand always can, condition the environment. When we realize this, we\nwill find that many times it is not necessary to take ourselves out of\nany particular environment, because we may yet have a work to do there;\nbut by the very force we carry with us, we can so affect and change\nmatters that we will have an entirely new set of conditions in an old\nenvironment.--_Ralph Waldo Trine._\n\n\nFABLE.\n\n  The mountain and the squirrel\n  Had a quarrel,\n  And the former called the latter \u201cLittle Prig\u201d;\n  Bun replied,\n  \u201cYou are doubtless very big;\n  But all sorts of things and weather\n  Must be taken in together,\n  To make up a year\n  And a sphere.\n  And I think it no disgrace\n  To occupy my place.\n  If I\u2019m not so large as you,\n  You are not so small as I,\n  And not half so spry.\n  I\u2019ll not deny you make\n  A very pretty squirrel track;\n  Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;\n  If I cannot carry forests on my back,\n  Neither can you crack a nut.\u201d\n                --_Emerson._\n\n\nO the paralyzing effect of fear of evil! It surely doth make \u201ccowards\nof us all.\u201d It makes us pygmies where we might be giants, were we only\nfree from it.--_H. Emilie Cady._\n\n\nAs you grow old, guard against the tendency to live more coarsely, to\nrelax in your discipline. Obey your finest instincts. Be fastidious to\nthe extreme of sanity.--_Thoreau._\n\n\n  \u201cThen let us smile when skies are gray,\n  And laugh at stormy weather,\n  And sing life\u2019s lonesome times away:\n  So worry and the dreariest day\n  Will find an end together.\u201d\n\n\nCharacter is not only written in the face, expressed in conduct and\nlanguage, but is sent forth as a thought atmosphere.--_Dresser._\n\n\n                  Others shall\n  Take patience, courage, to their heart and hand\n  From thy hand and thy heart and thy brave cheer,\n  And God\u2019s grace fructify through thee to all.\n                --_Elizabeth Barrett Browning._\n\n\nTo love one soul for its beauty and grace and truth is to open the\nway to appreciate all beautiful and true and gracious souls, and to\nrecognize spiritual beauty wherever it is seen.--_H. Black._\n\n\nWe must alter for the better always and unceasingly. Nature seems to be\nat rest only because she is perpetually renewed. The soul enjoys repose\non the same terms.--_De Ravignon._\n\n\nGod gives us power to bear all the sorrows of His making: but He does\nnot give the power to bear the sorrows of our own making, which the\nanticipation of sorrow most assuredly is.--_Ian MacLaren._\n\n\n  Ever laughs the sunlight in our eyes at morning and at noon,\n  Comes the pure, cool wind, to whisper past our cheek its cheery tune,\n  Just to tell us Earth is beautiful, and at the quiet even\n  Every star looks down lest we forget that earth is crowned with\n      Heaven.\n                --_E. R. Sill._\n\n\n\u201cThe whole world unites in pushing us the way we have really made up\nour mind to go.\u201d\n\n\nWithout distinction, without calculation, without procrastination,\nlove. Lavish it upon the poor, where it is very easy; especially\nupon the rich, who often need it most; most of all upon our equals,\nwhere it is very difficult, and for whom perhaps we each do least of\nall.--_Henry Drummond._\n\n\n  Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute!\n  What you can do, or think you can, begin it!\n                --_Goethe._\n\n\n\u2019Tis better to live rich than to die rich.--_Dr. Johnson._\n\n\nIt seems to me there is no maxim for a noble life like this: Count\nalways your highest moments your truest moments. Believe that in the\ntime when you were the greatest and most spiritual man, then you were\nyour truest self.--_Phillips Brooks._\n\n\nFine society is the graceful, genial, sympathetic intercourse of fine\nsouls.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nThe stream of content must flow from ourselves, taking its source\nfrom a deliberate disposition to learn what is good, and a determined\nresolution to seek for and enjoy it, however small the portion may\nbe.--_Zimmermann._\n\n\nWhen you have a number of disagreeable duties to perform, always do the\nmost disagreeable first.--_Josiah Quincy._\n\n\nGod says, live deeply, earnestly in the present, and the spirit of all\nthe ages shall come and reveal itself to you.--_Phillips Brooks._\n\n\nTo try too hard to make people good is one way to make them worse. The\nonly way to make them good, is to be good, remembering well the beam\nand the mote.--_George Macdonald._\n\n\n  \u201cAsk God to give thee skill\n    For comfort\u2019s art,\n  That thou may\u2019st consecrated be,\n    And set apart\n  Unto a life of sympathy!\n  For comforters are needed much\n    Of Christ-like touch.\u201d\n\n\n  For he that wrongs his friend\n  Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about\n  A silent court of justice in his breast,\n  Himself the judge and jury, and himself\n  The prisoner at the bar, ever condemned.\n                --_Tennyson._\n\n\nThe sense of humor is the oil of life\u2019s engine. Without it, the\nmachinery creaks and groans. No lot is so hard, no aspect of things is\nso grim, but it relaxes before a hearty laugh.--_G. S. Merriam._\n\n\n  The happiest heart that ever beat\n    Was in some quiet breast,\n  That found the common daylight sweet\n    And left to Heaven the rest.\n                --_John Vance Cheney._\n\n\n\u201cOf all work,\u201d said the Bishop of Exeter, \u201cthat produces results,\nnine-tenths must be drudgery. There is no work, from the highest to the\nlowest, which can be done well by any man who is unwilling to make that\nsacrifice.\u201d\n\n\nIt is a hard thing to close up a discourse and to cut it short, when\nyou are once in, and have a great deal more to say. There is nothing\nwherein the strength and breeding of a horse is so much seen as in a\nround, graceful, and sudden stop.--_Montaigne._\n\n\n  Greatly begin! though thou have time\n  But for a line, be that sublime--\n  Not failure, but low aim, is crime.\n                --_James Russell Lowell._\n\n\nCan anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes; work never\nbegun.--_Christina Rossetti._\n\n\nWhen we feel a strong desire to thrust our advice on others, it is\nusually because we suspect their weakness; but we ought rather to\nsuspect our own.--_Colton._\n\n\nSorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten\nit.--_Dr. Johnson._\n\n\nEfforts to be permanently useful, must be uniformly joyous--a\nspirit all sunshine--graceful from very gladness, beautiful because\nbright.--_Carlyle._\n\n\nRead the philosophers, and learn how to make life happy; seeking useful\nprecepts and brave and noble words which may become deeds.--_Seneca._\n\n\n  \u201cI pray the prayer of Pluto old;\n    God make thee beautiful within,\n  And let thine eye the good behold\n    In everything save sin.\u201d\n\n\nNothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real\nstrength.--_St. Francis de Sales._\n\n\n  Oh! square thyself for use; a stone that may\n  Fit in the wall is left not in the way.\n                --_R. C. French._\n\n\nThe best piece of good fortune which can come to one is opportunity\nfor intimacy with a leader, in whatever line of life he may be\nengaged.--_Edward Everett Hale._\n\n\nGod has delivered yourself to your care, and says: \u201cI had no fitter to\ntrust than you.\u201d--_Epictetus._\n\n\n  I gazed on the throng of hurrying faces,\n  Some in tatters and some in laces,\n  And I said to myself, \u201cHow will it be,\n  When the soul of each is at last set free?\u201d\n\n  For she who is plainest and most forlorn,\n  May, by her beauty, God\u2019s heaven adorn;\n  While she who is fairest of form and face,\n  May, near God\u2019s beautiful, look out of place.\n\n  So I said, \u201cHow, my soul, will it be with thee?\u201d--_Laura Barker._\n\n\nHalf the world is on the wrong scent in the pursuit of happiness. They\nthink it consists in having and getting, and in being served by others.\nIt consists in giving and in serving others.--_Henry Drummond._\n\n\nWhat we like determines what we are, and is the sign of what we are;\nand to teach taste is inevitably to form character.--_Ruskin._\n\n\n  One feast of holy days the crest\n    I, though no Churchman, love to keep;\n  All-Saints--the unknown good that rest\n    In God\u2019s still memory folded deep.\n                --_Lowell._\n\n\nDoing nothing for others is the undoing of ourselves.--_Horace Mann._\n\n\nOf nothing may we be more sure than this, that if we cannot sanctify\nour present lot, we could sanctify no other. Our heaven and our\nAlmighty Father are there or nowhere.--_Dr. James Martineau._\n\n\n\u201cWhether in large or small affairs, there must be perpetual adjustment.\nNeither men nor women, more than our finely strung musical instruments,\ncan escape the need of constant tuning.\u201d\n\n\nAs nothing reveals character like the company we like and keep,\nso nothing foretells futurity like the thoughts over which we\nbrood.--_Newell Dwight Hillis._\n\n\nSimply do the best you know, then trust. He who seeks to live by\nthe Spirit and who cares above all for that, will not be without\nguidance.--_Horatio W. Dresser._\n\n\n  Though to-day may not fulfill\n  All thy hopes, have patience still;\n  For perchance to-morrow\u2019s sun\n  Sees thy happier day begun.\n                --_P. Gerhardt._\n\n\n  There are beautiful things far out in the years:\n  Can we not bear bravely some burdens and fears?\n                --_From Dream Land Sent, Lilian Whiting._\n\n\n                 The years\n  Have taught some sweet, some bitter lessons, none\n  Wiser than this, to spend in all things else,\n  But of old friends to be most miserly.\n                --_Lowell._\n\n\n\u201cIt is better to endure all the frowns and anger of the greatest on\nearth, than to have an uneasy conscience within our breast. O, let the\nbird in the soul be always kept singing whatsoever one may suffer.\u201d\n\n\nThe men and women that are lifting the world upward and onward are\nthose who encourage more than criticise.--_Elizabeth Harrison._\n\n\nI ought not to pronounce judgment on a fellow creature until I know\nall that enters into his life; until I can measure all the forces of\ntemptation and resistance; until I can give full weight to all the\nfacts in the case. In other words, I am never in a position to judge\nanother.--_Hamilton W. Mabie._\n\n\nWhat I am thinking and doing day by day is resistlessly shaping my\nfuture--a future in which there is no expiation except through my own\nbetter conduct. No one can save me. No one can live my life for me. If\nI am wise I shall begin to-day to build my own truer and better world\nfrom within.--_H. W. Dresser._\n\n\nI am an enemy to long explanation; they deceive either the maker or the\nhearer, generally both.--_Goethe._\n\n\nHe who is false to present duty, breaks a thread in the loom, and\nwill find a flaw, when he may have forgotten the cause.--_Henry Ward\nBeecher._\n\n\n\u201cWhen the outlook is not good, try the uplook.\u201d\n\n\nEvery advance we make toward the realization of the truth of the\npermanence and immanence of law, brings us nearer to Him, who is the\nFirst Cause of all law and all phenomena.--_David Starr Jordan._\n\n\n  When in the mid-day march we meet\n    The outstretched shadows of the night,\n  The promise, how divinely sweet,\n    \u201cAt eventide, it shall be light.\u201d\n                --_Alice Cary._\n\n\nYou are never to complain of your birth, your training, your\nemployments, your hardships; never to fancy that you could be\nsomething if only you had a different lot and sphere assigned you.\nGod understands his own plan, and He knows what you want a great deal\nbetter than you do yourself.--_H. Bushnell._\n\n\n  Soar on and up, it\u2019s God projecting as it goes,\n  Expanding into love and joy and peace--but not repose.\n                --_W. W. Story._\n\n\n\u201cIf you would have a happy family life, remember two things: in matters\nof principle, stand like a rock; in matters of taste, swim with the\ncurrent.\u201d\n\n\nLearn not only by a comet\u2019s rush, but by a rose\u2019s blush.--_Browning._\n\n\nWhen the Kingdom is once found, life ceases to be a plodding, and\nbecomes an exaltation, an ecstasy, a joy.--_R. W. Trine._\n\n\nImmortality will come to such as are fit for it; and he who would be a\ngreat soul in the future must be a great soul now.--_Emerson._\n\n\nThere is no kind of bondage which life lays upon us that may not yield\nboth sweetness and strength; and nothing reveals a man\u2019s character more\nfully than the spirit in which he bears his limitations.--_Hamilton W.\nMabie._\n\n\nThe vision of things to be done may come a long time before the\nway of doing them appears clear. But woe to him who distrusts the\nvision.--_Jenkin Lloyd Jones._\n\n\n  \u201cEvery day is a fresh beginning,\n    Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain;\n  And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning,\n    Take heart with the day and begin again.\u201d\n\n\nIn order to manage children well, we must borrow their eyes and their\nhearts, see and feel as they do, and judge them from their own point of\nview.\n\nI pray God to make parents reasonable.--_Eugenie de Guerin._\n\n\nThe finest culture comes from the study of men in their best\nmoods.--_Plutarch._\n\n\nFar away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations; I cannot\nreach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them,\nand try to follow where they lead.--_Louisa May Alcott._\n\n\nNo power in society, no hardship in your condition can depress you,\nkeep you down, in knowledge, power, virtue, influence, but by your own\nconsent.--_Channing._\n\n\nContentment comes neither by culture nor by wishing; it is\nreconciliation with our lot, growing out of an inward superiority to\nour surroundings.--_Rev. J. K. McLean._\n\n\nAt times it is only necessary to rest one\u2019s self in silence for a few\nminutes, in order to take off the pressure and become wonderfully\nrefreshed.--_Dresser._\n\n\nTouchiness, when it becomes chronic, is a morbid condition of the\ninward disposition.\n\nIt is self-love inflamed to the acute point.--_Drummond._\n\n\nIt is not written, blessed is he that feedeth the poor, but he that\nconsidereth the poor. A little thought and a little kindness are often\nworth more than a great deal of money.--_Ruskin._\n\n\n  For life, with all its yields of joy and woe\n    And hope and fear,--believe the aged friend,--\n  Is just our chance o\u2019 the prize of learning love;\n    How love might be, hath been indeed, and is;\n  And that we hold henceforth to the uttermost\n    Such prize despite the envy of the world,\n  And having gained truth, keep truth, that is all.\n                --_Robert Browning._\n\n\nOh, do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men! Do not pray\nfor tasks equal to your powers. Pray for powers equal to your tasks!\nThen the doing of your work shall be no miracle. But you shall be a\nmiracle. Every day you shall wonder at yourself, at the richness of\nlife which has come in you by the grace of God.--_Phillips Brooks._\n\n\nWhat does your anxiety do? It does not empty to-morrow, brother, of its\nsorrow; but ah! it empties to-day of its strength. It does not make you\nescape the evil; it makes you unfit to cope with it if it comes.--_Ian\nMacLaren._\n\n\nIf you wish to be miserable, think about yourself, about what you want,\nwhat you like, what respect people ought to pay you; and then to you\nnothing will be pure. You will spoil everything you touch, you will\nmake misery for yourself out of everything which God sends you: you\nwill be as wretched as you choose.--_Charles Kingsley._\n\n\n  But on God\u2019s dial-plate of time,\n    \u2019Tis never late to him who stands\n  Self-centred in a trust sublime,\n    With mastered force and thinking hands.\n                --_Minot J. Savage._\n\n\n\u201cLook for the light that the shadow proves.\u201d\n\n\n  Oh, the little birds sang East,\n    and the little birds sang West,\n  And I smiled to think God\u2019s\n    greatness flowed around our incompleteness,\n  Round our restlessness, His rest.--_E. B. Browning._\n\n\n  Be thrifty, but not covetous: therefore give\n  Thy need, thine honor, and thy friend his due.\n  Never was scraper brave man. Get to live;\n  Then live, and use it: else it is not true\n    That thou hast gotten. Surely use alone\n    Makes money not a contemptible stone.\n                --_George Herbert._\n\n\n  \u201cI do not deem that it matters not\n    How you live your life below;\n  It matters much to the heedless crowd\n    That you see go to and fro;\n  For all that is noble and high and good\n    Has an influence on the rest,\n  And the world is better for everyone\n    Who is living at his best.\u201d\n\n\nLet us beware of losing our enthusiasm. Let us ever glory in something,\nand strive to attain our admiration for all that would ennoble, and our\ninterest in all that would enrich and beautify our life.--_Phillips\nBrooks._\n\n\nA high purpose is magnetic and attracts rich resources.--_Lilian\nWhiting._\n\n\n  Be firm: one certain element in luck\n  Is genuine, solid old Teutonic pluck.\n                --_Oliver Wendell Holmes._\n\n\nNot only to say the right thing in the right place, but far more\ndifficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting\nmoment.--_George Augustus Sala._\n\n\nIt is astonishing what a lot of odd minutes one can catch during the\nday, if one really sets about it.--_Dinah Maria Mulock._\n\n\n  So I will trudge with heart elate,\n    And feet with courage shod,\n  For that which men call chance and fate\n    Is the handiwork of God.\n                --_Alice Cary._\n\n\n  \u201cThis world is a difficult world indeed,\n    And people are hard to suit,\n  And the man who plays on the violin\n    Is a bore to the man with a flute.\u201d\n\n\nNo man can be provident of his time who is not prudent in the choice of\nhis company.--_Jeremy Taylor._\n\n\nEvery great man is always being helped by everybody; for his gift is to\nget good out of all things and all persons.--_Ruskin._\n\n\nBelief in compensation, or that nothing is got for nothing,\ncharacterizes all valuable minds.--_Emerson._\n\n\nNever shrink from anything which your business calls you to do. The\nman who is above his business may one day find his business above\nhim.--_Drew._\n\n\n  The common problem, yours, mine, every one\u2019s,\n  Is not to fancy what were fair in life,\n  Provided it could be--but finding first\n  What may be, then find how to make it fair\n  Up to our means.\n                --_Browning._\n\n\nEvery life that has God in it has the index to character and the key to\nthe highest attainment.--_L. Purington._\n\n\nBe resolutely and faithfully what you are; be humbly what you aspire\nto be. Man\u2019s noblest gift to man is his sincerity, for it embraces his\nintegrity also.--_Henry D. Thoreau._\n\n\nWe often do more good by our sympathy than by our labors.--_Canon\nFarrar._\n\n\nDost thou love life? Then waste not time; for time is the stuff that\nlife is made of.--_Benjamin Franklin._\n\n\nThe best way of training the young, is to train yourself at the same\ntime; not to admonish them, but to be seen always doing that of which\nyou would admonish them.--_Plato._\n\n\nIt is a good and safe rule to sojourn in every place, as if you meant\nto spend your life there, never omitting an opportunity of doing a\nkindness, or speaking a true word, or making a friend.--_Ruskin._\n\n\nLandor\u2019s definition of a great man: He who can call together the most\nselect company when it pleases him.\n\n\nWe go apart to get still; that new life, new inspiration, new power of\nthought, new supplies from the Fountainhead, may flow in.--_H. Emilie\nCady._\n\n\nPerhaps it is a good thing to have an unsound hobby ridden hard; for it\nis sooner ridden to death.--_Charles Dickens._\n\n\n  \u201cTake a dash of water cold\n    And a little leaven of prayer,\n  A little bit of sunshine gold\n    Dissolved in the morning air;\n  Add to your meal some merriment\n    And a thought for kith and kin;\n  And then, as a prime ingredient\n    A plenty of work thrown in:\n  But spice it all with the essence of love\n    And a little whiff of play:\n  Let a wise old book and a glance above\n    Complete a well spent day.\u201d\n\n\nJudge not thy friend until thou standest in his place.--_Rabbi Hillel._\n\n\n\u201cHe who is always inquiring what people will say, will never give them\nopportunity to say anything great about him.\u201d\n\n\nBorrowing is the canker and the death of every man\u2019s estate.--_Sir\nWalter Raleigh._\n\n\nIt is not so much what you say to the children that charges the\natmosphere of your home, as it is the spirit of your life, the temper\nyou exhibit, the ends which you live for.--_Dr. J. K. McLean._\n\n\nPunishment closely follows sin, it being born at the same time with it.\nWhoever expects punishment, already suffers it; whoever has deserved\nit, expects it.--_Montaigne._\n\n\nI hope I shall possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what\nI consider the most enviable of all titles, that of an \u201cHonest\nMan.\u201d--_George Washington._\n\n\nTrust in God, as Moses did, let the way be never so dark; and it shall\ncome to pass that your life at last shall surpass even your longing.\nNot, it may be, in the line of that longing; that shall be as it\npleaseth God; but the glory is as sure as the grace, and the most\nancient heavens are not more sure than that.--_Robert Collyer._\n\n\nMen suffer all their life long under the foolish superstition that\nthey can be cheated. But it is as impossible for a man to be cheated\nby anyone but himself, as for a thing to be and not to be at the same\ntime. There is a third silent party to all our bargains. The nature\nand soul of things takes on itself the guaranty of the fulfilment of\nevery contract, so that honest service cannot come to loss. If you\nserve an ungrateful master, serve him the more. Put God in your debt.\nEvery stroke shall be repaid. The longer the payment is withholden, the\nbetter for you; for compound interest on compound interest is the rate\nand usage of this exchequer.--_Emerson._\n\n\nI believe if we could only see beforehand what it is that our Heavenly\nFather means us to be, the soul beauty and perfection and glory, the\nglorious and lovely spiritual body that this soul is to dwell in\nthrough all eternity, if we could have a glimpse of this, we should not\ngrudge all the trouble and pains he is taking with us now to bring us\nup to that ideal which is his thought of us.--_Annie Keary._\n\n\nLet thy every word and act be perfect truth, uttered in genuine love.\nLet not the forms of business, or the conventional arrangements of\nsociety reduce thee into falsehood. Be true to thyself. Be true to thy\nfriend. Be true to the world.--_Lydia Maria Child._\n\n\nInfidelity to self is infidelity to God.--_Charles B. Newcomb._\n\n\nLearn to handle and control the ignorant part of your being as you\nwould watch and guide a child. Hold thought and expression to your\nhighest ideal. Learn from your failure.--_God\u2019s Light as It Came to Me._\n\n\nSelf reliance is the basis of behavior, as it is the guaranty that the\npowers are not squandered in too much demonstration.--_Emerson._\n\n\n  For not in far-off realms of space\n  The Spirit hath its throne;\n  In every heart it findeth place\n  And waiteth to be known.\n                --_F. L. Hosmer._\n\n\nDifficulties may surround our path; but if the difficulties be not in\nourselves, they may generally be overcome.--_Prof. Jowett._\n\n\nLife is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little\nthings, in which smiles and kindnesses and small obligations,\ngiven habitually, are what win and preserve the heart and secure\ncomfort.--_Sir Humphrey Davy._\n\n\n  He that respects himself is safe from others;\n  He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.\n                --_Longfellow._\n\n\nChilo, having had the question put to him, What is difficult? said: \u201cTo\nbe silent about secrets; to make good use of one\u2019s leisure; and to be\nable to submit to injustice.\u201d\n\n\nWe should every day call ourselves to an account. What infirmity have I\nmastered to-day? What temptation have I resisted? What virtue acquired?\nOur vices will abate of themselves if they be brought every day to the\nshrift.--_Seneca._\n\n\n  Life is something, while the senses heed\n        The spirit\u2019s call;\n  Life is nothing, when our grosser need\n        Engulfs it all.\n                --_Julia Ward Howe._\n\n\nThe true spirit of conversation consists in building on another man\u2019s\nobservation, not overturning it.--_Bulwer._\n\n\n_Revery is the Sunday of thought_; and who knows which is the more\nimportant and fruitful for man, the laborious tension of the week, or\nthe life-giving repose of the Sabbath?--_Amiel\u2019s Journal._\n\n\nThere is nothing ridiculous in seeming to be what you really are, but a\ngood deal in affecting to be what you are not.--_Sir J. Lubbock._\n\n\n  In life\u2019s small things be resolute and great\n  To keep thy muscles trained: knowest thou when Fate\n  Thy measure takes, or when she\u2019ll say to thee,\n  \u201cI find thee worthy, do this thing for me?\u201d\n                --_Lowell._\n\n\n  If I can stop one heart from breaking,\n    I shall not live in vain.\n  If I can ease one life the aching,\n    Or cool one pain,\n  Or help one fainting robin\n    Unto his nest again,\n  I shall not live in vain.\n                --_Emily Dickinson._\n\n\nI know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of a\nman to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. It is something to be\nable to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so make a\nfew objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint\nthe very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we\ncan do.--_Henry D. Thoreau._\n\n\nMuch which we think essential is merely a matter of habit.--_Thomas\nWentworth Higginson._\n\n\nThe royal road to success is to obey the inner genius, to act in\naccordance with one\u2019s own intuition, regardless of the fear or favor of\nthose who are bound to the wheel of conventional consistency.--_Lilian\nWhiting._\n\n\nAct well at the moment, and you have performed a good action for all\neternity.--_Lavater._\n\n\n  New occasions teach new duties;\n    Time makes ancient good uncouth;\n  They must upward still, and onward,\n    Who would keep abreast of truth.\n                --_James Russell Lowell._\n\n\nWhat do we live for if it is not to make life less difficult to each\nother?--_George Eliot._\n\n\nGood to forgive, best to forget.--_Browning._\n\n\nWhat reason have we to think any other station in the universe more\nsanctifying than our own? There is none, so far as we can tell, under\nthe more immediate touch of God, none whence sublimer deeps are open to\nadoration, none murmuring with the whisper of more thrilling affections\nor ennobled as the theater of more glorious duties. Those to whom the\nearth is not consecrated will find their heaven profane.--_Dr. James\nMartineau._\n\n\nWhoever can influence men should strive to make them more courageous,\nmore enduring, more hopeful, simpler, more joyful.--_Bishop Spaulding._\n\n\nIt is our part in life to work with all our strength toward the\nrealization of ideal humanity, to add one more link to the chain which\njoins the man-brute of the past, through the man of the present, to the\nman of the future. The man who is likest Him, we have chosen for our\nideal.--_David Starr Jordan._\n\n\nMy own experience and development deepens every day my conviction that\nour moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize\nwith individual suffering and individual joy.--_George Eliot._\n\n\n\u201cWhen opposition of any kind is necessary, drop all color of emotion\nout of it and let it be seen in the white light of truth.\u201d\n\n\nThe true use of a man\u2019s possessions is to help his work, and the\nbest end of all his work is to show us what he is. The noblest\nworkers of our world bequeath us nothing so great as the image of\nthemselves.--_James Martineau._\n\n\n\u201cWhat is the secret of your life?\u201d asked Mrs. Browning of Charles\nKingsley; \u201ctell me, that I may make mine beautiful too?\u201d He replied, \u201cI\nhad a friend.\u201d--_William C. Gannett._\n\n\nBetter make penitents by gentleness than hypocrites by severity.--_St.\nFrancis de Sales._\n\n\nWondrous is the strength of cheerfulness; altogether past calculation\nits powers of endurance.--_Carlyle._\n\n\nYea, from the table of my memory I\u2019ll wipe away all trivial fond\nrecords, that youth and observation copied there; and thy commandment\nall along shall live within the book and volume of my brain, unmixed\nwith baser matter.--_Shakespeare._\n\n\nI am surprised that intelligent men do not see the immense value of\ngood temper in their homes; and am amazed that they will take such\npains to have costly houses and fine furniture, and yet sometimes\nneglect to bring home with them good temper.--_Theodore Parker._\n\n\nEveryone should consider his body as a priceless gift from one whom he\nloves above all, a marvelous work of art, of indescribable beauty, and\nmastery beyond human conception, and so delicate that a word, a breath,\na look, nay, a thought may injure it.--_Nikola Tesla._\n\n\n  Beware of desperate steps; the darkest day,\n  Lived till to-morrow, will have passed away.\n                --_Cowper._\n\n\nEducation should be full of feeling. It takes sunlight to draw out\nthe fragrance of the violet and the perfume of the rose.--_Ellen A.\nRichardson._\n\n\nWe are encompassed about by the forces that make for righteousness. All\npower we possess, or seem to possess, comes from our accord with these\nforces. There is no lasting force, except the power of God.--_David\nStarr Jordan._\n\n\nIf one admires the patience, gentleness, sweetness and unfailing energy\nof another; if he finds himself renewed and invigorated and inspired by\nsuch contact,--why does he not himself so live that he may bring the\nsame renewal and inspiration to others?--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\n  The flighty purpose never is o\u2019ertook\n  Unless the deed go with it.\n                --_Shakespeare._\n\n\nCharacters are determined not by the opinions which we profess, but by\nthose on which our thoughts habitually fasten, which recur to them most\nforcibly and which color our ordinary views of God and duty.--_William\nEllery Channing._\n\n\nWe are too busy, too encumbered, too much occupied, too active! We\nread too much! The one thing needful is to throw off all one\u2019s load of\ncares, and to become young again, living happily and gracefully in the\npresent hour. We must know how to put occupation aside, which does not\nmean that we must be idle.--_Translation, Mrs. Humphry Ward._\n\n\nThe new conditions of life demand the higher spirituality of the\nindividual. But what is this? Is it a name, a mental state of\nexaltation, an ecstasy? Is it an exalted hour, or is it conduct? Is it\na merely theoretical thing, a vision caught in some rare hour?... If it\nbe thus, it may have a decorative value in ethics, but is devoid of any\npractical bearing on our common life. Unless spirituality is the power\nthat transforms falsehood to truth, selfishness to generosity, unless\nit enters into character as a pervasive force, of what use can it be?\n\nSpirituality is not negative. It is not the mere absence of sin. It is\nthe most positive state.--_The World Beautiful, Lilian Whiting._\n\n\n  The world seemed empty, and black, and cold,\n  And wretched, and helpless, and very old.\n  God gave me a thought; a new world grew,\n  The thought created the world anew.\n                --_S. W. Foss._\n\n\nApology is only egotism wrong side out.--_Oliver Wendell Holmes._\n\n\nNo one has any more right to go about unhappy than he has to go about\nill-bred. He owes it to himself, to his friends, to society and the\ncommunity in general, to live up to his best spiritual possibilities,\nnot only now and then, but every day and every hour.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nWho shoots at the mid-day sun, though he be sure that he shall never\nhit the mark, yet as sure is he that he shall shoot higher than he who\naims but at a bush.--_Sir Philip Sidney._\n\n\nBlessed are they who have the gift of making friends, for it is one of\nGod\u2019s best gifts. It involves many things, but, above all, the power of\ngoing out of one\u2019s self, and seeing and appreciating whatever is noble\nand loving in another.--_Thomas Hughes._\n\n\nThere is no duty the fulfillment of which will not make you happier,\nnor any temptation for which there is no remedy.--_Seneca._\n\n\nLet nothing come between you and the light.--_Henry D. Thoreau._\n\n\n  \u201cThe summer vanishes, but soon shall come\n  The glad young days of yet another year.\n  So do not mourn the passing of a joy,\n  But rather wait the coming of a good,\n  And know God never takes a gift away\n  But He sends other gifts to take its place.\u201d\n\n\nWe must be as courteous to a man as to a picture, which we are willing\nto give the benefit of a good light.--_Emerson._\n\n\nThe old year is fast slipping back behind us. We cannot stay it if\nwe would. We must go on and leave our past. Let us go forth nobly.\nLet us go as those whom greater thoughts and greater deeds await\nbeyond.--_Phillips Brooks._\n\n\nOpportunity is a good angel, but she deserts those who fail to\nrecognize her. The ring of power must be worn; ... if the charm is not\nheld to service, it slips away.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nA dull day need not be a depressing day; depression always implies\nphysical or moral weakness, and is therefore never to be tolerated so\nlong as one can struggle against it.--_Hamilton W. Mabie._\n\n\n  \u2019Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours\n  And ask them what report they bore to heaven.\n                --_Young\u2019s Night Thoughts._\n\n\nFor the will and not the gift makes the giver.--_Lessing._\n\n\nWrite it on your heart that every day is the best day of the\nyear.--_Emerson._\n\n\nIf I shoot at the sun I may hit a star.--_P. T. Barnum._\n\n\nThe highest point of achievement of yesterday is the starting point of\nto-day.--_Motto of Paulist Fathers._\n\n\nI look upon that man as happy, who, when there is a question of\nsuccess, looks into his work for a reply; not into the market, not into\nopinion, not into patronage. Work is victory. You want but one verdict;\nif you have your own, you are secure of the rest.--_Emerson._\n\n\n  There is ever a song somewhere, my dear,\n  Be the skies above or dark or fair,\n  There is ever a song that our hearts may hear--\n  There is ever a song somewhere, my dear--\n  There is ever a song somewhere!\n                --_James Whitcomb Riley._\n\n\n  \u201cThe Present, the Present is all thou hast\n    For thy sure possessing;\n  Like the Patriarch\u2019s angel, hold it fast\n    Till it gives its blessing.\u201d\n\n\nWhat a sublime doctrine it is that goodness cherished _now_, is eternal\nlife already entered upon!--_William Ellery Channing._\n\n\n  He who feels contempt\n  For any living thing, hath faculties\n  That he has never used:\n  And thought with him\n  Is in its infancy.\n                --_Phillips Brooks._\n\n\n\u201c\u2018This one thing I do,\u2019 or, \u2018These forty things I dabble in,\u2019--which\nshall it be?\u201d\n\n\nI expect to pass through this life but once. If, therefore, there is\nany kindness I can show, or any good I can do to any fellow-being,\nlet me do it now, let me not defer it, for I shall not pass this way\nagain.--_Mrs. A. B. Hegeman._\n\n\nWe get no good by being ungenerous, even to a book.--_E. B. Browning._\n\n\n  Build a little fence of trust around to-day,\n  Fill the space with loving deeds and therein stay;\n  Look not through the sheltering bars upon to-morrow,\n  God will help thee bear what comes of joy or sorrow.\n                --_Mary Frances Butts._\n\n\nA wide-spreading, hopeful disposition is the best umbrella for this\nvale of tears.--_Wm. D. Howells._\n\n\nHe who meets life as though it meant something worth finding out, and\nwho expresses his best self, is the one who has the permanent basis of\nhappiness.--_H. W. Dresser._\n\n\nConscience is nothing else but the echo of God\u2019s voice within the\nsoul.--_E. B. Hall._\n\n\nWe prepare ourselves for sudden deeds by the reiterated choice of good\nor evil, that gradually determines character.--_George Eliot._\n\n\nTo be courteous to one\u2019s peers is all very well, but it is fairness and\ncourtesy and consideration to those in dependent or limited conditions\nthat constitute the true test of the gentleman or lady.--_Lilian\nWhiting._\n\n\nI like not only to be loved, but to be told I am loved. The realm of\nsilence is large enough beyond the grave.--_George Eliot._\n\n\nI should count myself fortunate if my home were remembered\nfor some inspiring quality of faith, charity, and aspiring\nintelligence.--_Hamilton W. Mabie._\n\n\n  How soon a smile of God can change the world!\n  How we are made for happiness--how work\n  Grows play, adversity a winning fight!\n                --_Browning._\n\n\n  Let this auspicious morning be expressed\n  With a white stone distinguished from the rest,\n  White as thy fame, and as thy honor clear,\n  And let new joys attend on thy now added year.\n                --_Dryden._\n\n\nGive to a gracious message a host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell\nthemselves.--_Shakespeare._\n\n\n  Still o\u2019er the earth hastes Opportunity,\n  Seeking the hardy soul that seeks for her.\n  Be not abroad, nor deaf with household cares\n  That chatter loudest as they mean the least;\n  Swift-willed is thrice willed; late means nevermore;\n  Impatient is her foot, nor turns again.\n                --_James Russell Lowell._\n\n\nTo live content with small means--to seek elegance rather than luxury,\nand refinement rather than fashion, to be worthy not respectable,\nand wealthy not rich--to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act\nfrankly, to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open\nheart--to bear all cheerfully--do all bravely, await occasions--never\nhurry; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow\nup through the common. This is to be my symphony.--_William Ellery\nChanning._\n\n\nLet us do our duty in our shop or our kitchen, the market, the street,\nthe office, the school, the home, just as faithfully as if we stood\nin the front rank of some great battle, and we knew that victory for\nmankind depended on our bravery, strength, and skill. When we do that,\nthe humblest of us will be serving in that great army which achieves\nthe welfare of the world.--_Theodore Parker._\n\n\nOpportunities correspond with almost mathematical accuracy to the\nability for using them.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nThe blessedness of life depends more upon its interests than upon its\ncomforts.--_George Macdonald._\n\n\nNo man finds himself until he has created a world for his own soul;\na world apart from care and weakness and the confusion of strife, in\nwhich the faiths that inspire him, and the ideals that lead him are the\ngreat and lasting verities.--_Hamilton W. Mabie._\n\n\nEndeavor to be patient in bearing the defects and infirmities of\nothers, of what sort soever they be; for thou thyself also hast many\nfailings which must be borne with by others.--_Thomas \u00e0 Kempis._\n\n\nHe who does a good deed is instantly ennobled. He who does a mean deed\nis by the action itself contracted. He who puts off impurity thereby\nputs on purity.--_Emerson._\n\n\nThey also serve who only stand and wait.--_Milton._\n\n\nHe that is choice of his time will be choice of his company and choice\nof his actions.--_Jeremy Taylor._\n\n\nIn all things throughout the world, the man who looks for the crooked\nwill see the crooked, and the man who looks for the straight will see\nthe straight.--_Ruskin._\n\n\nBegin, live, aspire, realize the best ideal of the moment; and this\nearnest effort shall lead the way to greater achievement.--_H. W.\nDresser._\n\n\nMusic is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the\nmind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, gayety and life to\neverything. It is the essence of order, and leads to all that is good,\njust, and beautiful.--_Plato._\n\n\n  If thou wouldst speak a word of loving cheer,\n  Oh, speak it now. This moment is thine own.\n                --_Nellie M. Richardson._\n\n\nCan a man help imitating that with which he holds reverential\nconverse?--_Plato._\n\n\nIf a man can write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a\nbetter mouse-trap, than his neighbor, though he builds his house in the\nwoods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.--_Emerson._\n\n\nCome, let us live the poetry we sing.--_Edwin Markham._\n\n\n\u201cInstead of wishing that all men were of our mind, we should account it\none of the first blessings of life that there are men who do not agree\nwith us. The currents of sea and air are not more necessary than the\ncurrents of thought.\u201d\n\n\nIn looking back over our lives, we often see that what seemed at the\ntime the worst hours and the most hopeless in their wretchedness\nwere in reality the best of all! They developed powers within us\nthat had heretofore slept; developed energies of which we had never\ndreamed.--_James Freeman Clarke._\n\n\nLet your task be to render yourself worthy of love, and this even\nmore for your own happiness than for that of another\u2019s.--_Maurice\nMaterlinck._\n\n\nThere is great danger in constant dissatisfaction. Sooner or later,\nit will involve the health, or finances, or both, for it destroys the\nmental balance, and impairs the judgment.--_C. B. Newcomb._\n\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t nurse opportunity too long--take it into active partnership with\nyou at once, lest it leave you for other company.\u201d\n\n\n  We just shake hands at meeting\n    With many that come nigh;\n  We nod the head in greeting\n    To many that go by,--\n  But welcome through the gateway\n    Our few old friends and true;\n  Then hearts leap up, and straightway\n    There\u2019s open house for you,\n  Old Friends, there\u2019s open house for you!\n\n  The surface will be sparkling,\n    Let but a sunbeam shine;\n  Yet in the deep lies darkling,\n    The true life of the wine!\n  The froth is for the many,\n    The wine is for the few;\n  Unseen, untoucht of any,\n    We keep the best for you,\n  Old Friends, the very best for you!\n\n  The many cannot know us;\n    They only pace the strand,\n  Where at our worst we show us--\n  The waters thick with sand!\n  But out beyond the leaping\n    Dim surge \u2019tis clear and blue;\n  And there, Old Friends, we are keeping\n    A sacred calm for you,\n  Old Friends, a waiting calm for you.--_Gerald Massey._\n\n\nIt is my custom every night to run all over the words and actions of\nthe past day; for why should I fear the sight of my errors when I can\nadmonish and forgive myself? I was a little too hot in such a dispute:\nmy opinion might have been as well spared, for it gave offense, and did\nno good at all. The thing was true; but all truths are not to be spoken\nat all times.--_Seneca._\n\n\n  Also, I think that good must come of good,\n  And ill of evil--surely--unto all--\n  In every place and time--seeing sweet fruit\n  Groweth from wholesome roots, and bitter things\n  From poison stocks; yea, seeing, too, how spite\n  Breeds hate, and kindness, friends, and patience, peace.\n                --_Edwin Arnold._\n\n\nIf we would listen intently, we might hear the divine voice within,\nassuring us that God is our life; that spirit is the only substantial\nentity and that love is the only law.--_Henry Wood._\n\n\nLet us grow out of the idea that because we do some one a favor or\nrender him a service, that he is thereby under some transcendent\nobligation to us. Let us recognize the truth--that it is we who are\nobliged if he will permit us to do him a favor.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nLet us have faith that right makes might, and in that faith let us to\nthe end dare to do our duty as we understand it.--_Abraham Lincoln._\n\n\nCompass happiness, since happiness alone is victory. What you make of\nlife, it will be to you. Take it up bravely, bear it on joyfully, lay\nit down triumphantly.--_Gail Hamilton._\n\n\nThose things that are not practicable are not desirable. There is\nnothing that God has judged good for us that He has not given us\nthe means to accomplish. If we cry like children for the moon, like\nchildren we must cry on.--_Burke._\n\n\n  I feel the earth move sunward,\n  I join the great march onward,\n  And take by faith while living\n  My freehold of thanksgiving.\n                --_John G. Whittier._\n\n\n  Howe\u2019er it be, it seems to me\n    \u2019Tis only noble to be good;\n  Kind hearts are more than coronets,\n    And simple faith than Norman blood.\n                --_Tennyson._\n\n\nPin thy faith to no man\u2019s sleeve; hast thou not two eyes of thine\nown?--_Carlyle._\n\n\nDo your best loyally and cheerfully, and suffer yourself to feel no\nanxiety nor fear. Your times are in God\u2019s hands. He has assigned you\nyour place: He will direct your paths; He will accept your efforts, if\nthey be faithful.--_Canon Farrar._\n\n\nWhen we cease to look upon any experience as too hard, we have made a\ndecided step in wise adjustment to life.--_H. W. Dresser._\n\n\nA certain awkwardness marks the use of borrowed thoughts, but as\nsoon as we have learned what to do with them, they become our\nown.--_Emerson._\n\n\nThe choir invisible! Who are members of it, if not all those who in any\nway are doing the day\u2019s work, whatever it may be, as well as they know\nhow; who are trying to make the world happier and pleasanter for those\nto whom their lives are naturally bound.--_John White Chadwick._\n\n\n  \u201cBy thine own soul\u2019s law learn to live,\n    And if men scorn thee, take no care,\n  And if men hate thee, take no heed,\n  But sing thy song and do thy deed,\n    And hope thy hope, and pray thy prayer.\u201d\n\n\nThere are some who want to get rid of their past, who, if they could,\nwould begin all over again, ... but you must learn, you must let God\nteach you, that the only way to get rid of your past is to get a future\nout of it.--_Phillips Brooks._\n\n\nIt is a sign that your reputation is small and sinking, if your own\ntongue must praise you.--_Sir Matthew Hale._\n\n\n  Because a man has shop to mind\n  In time and place, since flesh must live,\n  Needs spirit lack all life behind,\n  All stray thoughts, fancies fugitive,\n  All loves except what trade can give?\n                --_Browning._\n\n\nThere is no beautifier in form or behavior like the wish to scatter\njoy, and not pain, around us.--_Emerson._\n\n\nBeware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great\nship.--_Benjamin Franklin._\n\n\nFirst make your arrangements, then trust in heaven; and in no case\nworry.--_Prof. Jowett._\n\n\n\u201cHold thy peace or say something better than silence.\u201d\n\n\n\u201cFriend, all the world\u2019s a little queer, excepting thee and me; and\nsometimes I think thee a trifle peculiar.\u201d\n\n\nWe live by our enthusiasm and our exaltations. Our sympathies are our\nstrength. Our interests are our magnetisms, and are transmuted into our\nworking capital.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nHis heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it to\nhold the memory of a wrong. (_Said of Lincoln._)--_Emerson._\n\n\nHe is all truth in his words, and justice in his actions, and if the\nwhole world should disbelieve his integrity, dispute his character, and\nquestion his happiness, he would neither take it ill in the least, nor\nturn aside from that path that leads to the aim of life, toward which\nhe must move, pure, calm, well prepared--and with perfect resignation\nin his fate.--_Marcus Aurelius._\n\n\nObserve good faith and justice toward all nations, cultivate peace and\nharmony with all. Religion and morality enjoin this conduct; and can it\nbe that good policy does not equally enjoin it?--_Washington._\n\n\nIt is well to believe that there needs but a little more thought,\na little more courage, more love, more devotion to life, a little\nmore eagerness, one day to fling open wide the portals of joy and of\ntruth.--_Maurice Materlinck._\n\n\n  The mind has a thousand eyes,\n    And the heart but one;\n  Yet the light of a whole life dies\n    When love is done.\n                --_F. W. Bourdillon._\n\n\nA man\u2019s home is his castle, but it ought to be more. It ought to be his\nhome. That it is his castle is his right by law. To make it a real home\ndepends upon himself.--_Sir J. Lubbock._\n\n\nWe can fix our eyes on perfection and make almost everything speed\ntowards it.--_W. E. Channing._\n\n\n\u201cIt was the heaven within her that made a heaven without.\u201d\n\n\nHe who, forgetting self, makes the object of his life service,\nhelpfulness and kindness to others, finds his whole nature growing\nand expanding, himself becoming large-hearted, magnanimous,\nkind, sympathetic, joyous and happy; his life becoming rich and\nbeautiful.--_Ralph Waldo Trine._\n\n\n  \u201cTalk happiness; the world is sad enough\n  Without your woes. No path is wholly rough:\n  Look for the places that are smooth and clear,\n  And speak of these to rest the weary ear\n  Of earth, so hurt by one continuous strain\n  Of human discontent and grief and pain.\u201d\n\n\n  Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,\n  Lest we forget,--lest we forget!\n                --_Kipling._\n\n\n      This world\u2019s no blot for us\n  Nor blank; it means intensely and means good:\n  To find its meaning is my meat and drink.\n                --_Robert Browning._\n\n\nThe test of friendship is its fidelity when every charm of fortune and\nenvironment has been swept away, and the bare, undraped character alone\nremains; if love still holds steadfast, and the joy of companionship\nstill survives, in such an hour, the fellowship becomes a beautiful\nprophecy of immortality.--_Hamilton Wright Mabie._\n\n\nWe lose vigor through thinking continually the same set of thoughts.\nNew thought is new life.--_Prentice Mulford._\n\n\nNo sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than\ndisbelief in great men.--_Carlyle._\n\n\nIf you want knowledge, you must toil for it; if food, you must toil for\nit; and if pleasure, you must toil for it. Toil is the law. Pleasure\ncomes through toil, and not by self-indulgence and indolence. When one\ngets to love work, his life is a happy one.--_Ruskin._\n\n\n  Nay, never falter; no great deed is done\n    By falterers who ask for certainty.\n  No good is certain but the steadfast mind,\n    The undivided will to seek the good.\n                --_George Eliot._\n\n\nThere is a class of people who are comparatively valueless to the\nworld because of a certain morbidness which they are pleased to call\nsensitiveness. In reality it is nothing of the sort. It is self-love--a\nrefined variety of it, to be sure, but none the less is it the result\nof a selfishly subjective state, in which they look in and not out,\nand down and not up, and fail to lend a hand--not from any real\nunwillingness, but because they are looking in, and do not see the\nopportunity.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\nNo one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone\nelse.--_Dickens._\n\n\nWe always weaken when we exaggerate.--_La Harpe._\n\n\nIt is not poverty that helps a man; it is the effort by which he throws\noff the yoke of poverty that enlarges the powers.--_David Starr Jordan._\n\n\n\u201cOf all bad habits, despondency is among the least respectable, and\nthere is no one quite so tiresome as the sad-visaged Christian who is\noppressed by the wickedness and hopelessness of the world.\u201d\n\n\nRest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees\non a summer\u2019s day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the\nclouds float across the sky, is by no means waste of time.--_Sir J.\nLubbock._\n\n\nThere is no preservative and antiseptic, nothing that keeps one\u2019s heart\nyoung like sympathy, like giving one\u2019s self with enthusiasm to some\nworthy thing or cause.--_John Burroughs._\n\n\nA truly concentrated life promptly rejects every thought of past or\nfuture that would disturb its confidence in the present hour.--_C. B.\nNewcomb._\n\n\nA man can never be idle with safety and advantage until he has been\nso trained by work that he makes his freedom more fruitful than his\ntoil.--_Hamilton Wright Mabie._\n\n\nAfter every storm the sun will smile; for every problem there is\na solution, and the soul\u2019s indefeasible duty is to be of good\ncheer.--_Wm. R. Alger._\n\n\nBe sure to live on the sunny side, and even then do not expect\nthe world to look bright, if you habitually wear gray-brown\nglasses.--_Chas. H. Eliot._\n\n\nWhenever Conscience calls a halt, it is no place for Reason to debate\nthe question. The way ahead is no thoroughfare.--_Charles Egbert\nCraddock._\n\n\nGive what you have. To some one it may be better than you dare to\nthink.--_Longfellow._\n\n\n\u201cIf bitterness has crept into the heart in the friction of the busy\nday\u2019s unguarded moments, be sure it steals away with the setting sun.\nTwilight is God\u2019s interval for peace-making.\u201d\n\nIt is surely better to pardon too much than to condemn too much.--_Geo.\nEliot._\n\n\n\u201cThe initial need to enjoyment is not many possessions, but much\nappreciation.\u201d\n\n\nJust to be good, to keep life pure from degrading elements, to make it\nconstantly helpful in little ways to those who are touched by it, to\nkeep one\u2019s spirit always sweet and avoid all manner of petty anger and\nirritability,--that is an idea as noble as it is difficult.--_Edward\nHoward Griggs._\n\n\nMany men owe the grandeur of their lives to their tremendous\ndifficulties.--_Spurgeon._\n\n\n  \u201cNo matter how narrow your limits\n  Go forth and make them broad:\n  You are every one the daughter or son,\n  Crown prince or princess of God.\u201d\n\n\nThe best help is not to bear the troubles of others for them, but\nto inspire them with courage and energy to bear their burdens for\nthemselves and meet the difficulties of life bravely.--_Lubbock._\n\n\nNever tell evil of a man, if you do not know it for certainty, and if\nyou know it for a certainty, then ask yourself, \u201cWhy should I tell\nit?\u201d--_Lavater._\n\n\n[Illustration: Henry Ward Beecher\n\n_Great powers and natural gifts do not bring privileges to\ntheir possessors so much as they bring duties._]\n\n\n  Let us then labor for an inward stillness,\n  An inward stillness and an inward healing;\n  That perfect silence where the lips and heart\n  Are still, and we no longer entertain\n  Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions,\n  But God alone speaks in us, and we wait\n  In singleness of heart that we may know\n  His will, and in the silence of our own spirits,\n  That we may do His will, and that only.--_Longfellow._\n\n\nMany persons might have attained to wisdom had they not assumed that\nthey already possessed it.--_Seneca._\n\n\nStagnation is death, whether it be physical or spiritual. A pool cannot\nbe pure and sweet unless there is an outlet as well as an inlet. Unless\nyou use for the service of others what God has already given you, you\nwill find it a long weary road to Spiritual Understanding.--_H. Emilie\nCady._\n\n\nMake friends with your trials, as though you were always to live\ntogether, and you will find that when you cease to take thought for\nyour own deliverance, God will take thought for you.--_Francis de\nSales._\n\n\n\u201cGod will never leave you without light enough to take one step. Don\u2019t\nstop walking till the light gives out.\u201d\n\n\nWe ask for long life, but \u2019tis deep life, or grand moments\nthat signify. Let the measure of time be spiritual, not\nmechanical.--_Emerson._\n\n\nIf a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through\nlife, he will soon find himself alone. A man, sir, should keep his\nfriendships in constant repair.--_Dr. Johnson._\n\n\n\u201cHappiness does not depend on money or leisure, or society, or even on\nhealth; it depends on our relation to those we love.\u201d\n\n\nLife without endeavor is like entering a jewel-mine and coming out with\nempty hands.--_Japanese Proverb._\n\n\nAccustom yourself to master and overcome things of difficulty; for if\nyou observe--the left hand for want of practice is insignificant--and\nnot adapted to general business; yet it holds the bridle better than\nthe right--from constant use.--_Pliny._\n\n\nAlmost every moment of the day the eye is receiving impressions from\noutward objects, and instantly communicating these impressions to the\nsoul. Thus the soul receives every day thousands of impressions, good\nor bad, according to the character of the objects presented.--_Cardinal\nGibbons._\n\n\nOur greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we\nfall.--_Confucius._\n\n\nNobody has any right to find life uninteresting or unrewarding who sees\nwithin the sphere of his own activity a wrong he can help to remedy, or\nwithin himself an evil he can hope to overcome.--_Chas. H. Eliot._\n\n\nIt is as amazing as it is sad, that we go about so largely burdening\nourselves with strivings that are of no consequence, and miss the\ngladness and exhilaration of living. No life is successful until it\nis radiant. The King of Glory is always ready to come in. Why do we\nbar the way? We cannot all live in palaces; but we can all live in the\nKingdom of Heaven, and the material luxuries of the one pale before the\nglow and thrill and exaltation of the other.--_The World Beautiful,\nLilian Whiting._\n\n\n  \u201cAs I walked by myself\n    I talked with myself,\n  And myself said this unto me:\n    Make friends with thyself,\n  Be true to thyself,\n    And thyself thy good angel shall be.\u201d\n\n\nThe prosperity of a nation depends upon the health and morals of its\ncitizens, and the health and morals of people depend mainly upon the\nfood they eat and the houses they live in. The time has come when we\nmust have a science of domestic economy, and it must be worked out\nin the homes of our educated women. A knowledge of the elements of\nchemistry and physics must be applied to the daily living.--_Ellen\nRichards._\n\n\n\u2019Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.--_Browning._\n\n\nContact with nobler natures arouses the feelings of unused power and\nquickens the consciousness of responsibility.--_Canon Westcott._\n\n\nDiligence is the mother of good luck.--_Benjamin Franklin._\n\n\n  \u201cDiving and finding no pearl in the sea,\n  Blame not the ocean, the fault is in thee.\u201d\n\n\n        A partnership with God is motherhood,\n  What strength, what purity, what self-control,\n  What love, what wisdom should belong to her\n  Who helps God fashion an immortal soul!\n                --_Mary Wood Allen._\n\n\nNo one but yourself can make your life beautiful, no one can be pure,\nhonorable and loving for you.--_J. R. Miller._\n\n\n  Ah, the key of our life, that passes all wards, opens all locks,\n  Is not I will, but I must, I must, I must,--and I do it.\n                --_A. H. Clough._\n\n\nI beg you take courage: the brave soul can mend even\ndisaster.--_Catherine of Russia._\n\n\nOpinions are often the very death of love. Love aright and you will\ncome to think aright; and those who think aright, must think the same.\nIn the meantime, it matters nothing. The thing that does matter is that\nwhereto we have attained.--_Geo. Macdonald._\n\n\nWould the face of nature be so serene and beautiful if man\u2019s destiny\nwere not equally so?--_Thoreau._\n\n\nSome men move through life as a band of music moves down the street,\nflinging out pleasure on every side through the air, to every one far\nand near that can listen.--_Henry Ward Beecher._\n\n\n  Man is his own star; and the soul that can\n  Render an honest and an upright man,\n  Commands all light, all influence, all fate;\n  Nothing to him falls early or too late.\n  Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,\n  Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.\n                --_Beaumont and Fletcher._\n\n\nThe nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do\ntact and courtesy become.--_Holmes._\n\n\nWhat your heart thinks great is great. The soul\u2019s emphasis is always\nright.--_Emerson._\n\n\n        Courage, Sir,\n  That makes a man or woman look their goodliest.\n                --_Tennyson._\n\n\nFor a woman to be wise and at the same time womanly, is to wield\na tremendous influence which may be felt for good in the lives of\ngenerations to come.--_David Starr Jordan._\n\n\nWe never know for what God is preparing us in his schools, for what\nwork on earth, for what work in the hereafter. Our business is to do\nour work well in the present place, whatever that may be.--_Lyman\nAbbott._\n\n\n        There is no unbelief:\n  Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod,\n  And waits to see it push away the clod,\n        Trusts in God.\n                --_Bulwer-Lytton._\n\n\nThe world is such stuff as ideas are made of. Thought possesses all\nthings. But the world is not unreal. It extends infinitely beyond\nour private consciousness, because it is the world of a universal\nmind.--_Josiah Royce._\n\n\n  In Life\u2019s small things be resolute and great\n  To keep thy muscles trained; know\u2019st thou when fate\n  Thy measure takes? or when she\u2019ll say to thee,\n  \u201cI find thee worthy, do this thing for me!\u201d\n                --_Emerson._\n\n\nTo hold one\u2019s self in readiness for opportunity, to keep the serene,\nconfident, hopeful, and joyful energy of mind, is to magnetize it,\nand draw privileges and power toward one. The concern is not whether\nopportunity will present itself, but as to whether we will be ready for\nthe opportunity. It comes not to doubt and denial and disbelief. It\ncomes to sunny expectation, eager purpose, and to noble and generous\naspiration.--_Lilian Whiting._\n\n\n  Let not soft slumber close your eyes,\n  Before you\u2019ve recollected thrice\n  The train of action through the day.\n  Where have my feet chose out their way?\n  What have I learnt, where\u2019er I\u2019ve been,\n  From all I\u2019ve heard, from all I\u2019ve seen?\n  What know I more that\u2019s worth the knowing?\n  What have I done that\u2019s worth the doing?\n                --_Isaac Watts._\n\n\nIf we neglect to exercise any talent, power, or quality, it soon falls\naway from us.--_Henry Wood._\n\n\nEvery moment of worry weakens the soul for its daily combat.--_Anna\nRobertson Brown._\n\n\n  With aching hands and bleeding feet\n  We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;\n  We bear the burden and the heat of the long day\n  And wish \u2019twere done.\n  Not till the hour of light return\n  All we have built do we discern.\n                --_Matthew Arnold._\n\n\nWhat a man is inwardly that to him will the world be outwardly: his\nmood affects the very \u201cquality of the day.\u201d--_Bradford Torrey._\n\n\n  This is my youth--its hopes and dreams\n  How strange and shadowy it all seems,\n      After these many years!\n  Turning the pages idly, so,\n  I look with smiles upon the woe,\n      Upon the joy, with tears!--_Aldrich._\n\n\n  It is in loving, not in being loved,\n      The heart is blessed;\n  It is in giving, not in seeking gifts,\n      We find our quest.\n  Whatever be thy longing or thy need,\n      That do thou give.\n  So shalt thy soul be fed, and thou, indeed,\n      Shalt truly live.\n                --_M. E. Russell._\n\n\n  The world is a looking glass,\n  Wherein ourselves are shown,--\n  Kindness for kindness, cheer for cheer,\n  Coldness for gloom, repulse for fear,--\n  To every soul its own.\n  We cannot change the world a whit,\n  Only ourselves, who look in it.\n                --_Susan Coolidge._\n\n\nI would say to all: use your gentlest voice at home. Watch it day by\nday, as a pearl of great price; for it will be worth to you in days to\ncome more than the best pearl hid in the sea. A kind voice is joy, like\na lark\u2019s song, to a hearth at home. It is a light that sings as well as\nshines. Train it to sweet tones now, and it will keep in tune through\nlife.--_Elihu Burritt._\n\n\nIn a world in which so many people wear the same clothes, live in the\nsame house, eat the same dinner, and say the same things, blessed\nare the individuals who are not lost in the mob, who have their own\nthoughts, and live their own lives.--_Hamilton Wright Mabie._\n\n\nThere are people who go about the world looking for slights and\nthey are necessarily miserable, for they find them at every\nturn.--_Drummond._\n\n\nHe who has a thousand rooms sleeps in but one.--_Japanese Proverb._\n\n\nBe happy, peaceful and satisfied just as you stand, having sufficient\nsteadiness and independence to hold your own against the eddies and\nrapids about you. Apply practically that which you perceive spiritually.\n\nAccept your position as it is, and make the very best of it till it\npasses. Work with it, knowing that Infinite Wisdom is guiding you: and\nso cease all anxious thought, and rest.--_God\u2019s Light as It Came to Me._\n\n\n  Aspire, break bounds! I say,\n  Endeavor to be good, and better still,\n  And best!\n                --_Robert Browning._\n\n\nCHRISTMAS DAY.\n\nGlory be to Thee in the highest heavens, O Thou God of our salvation.\nThou hast proclaimed peace on earth and infinite good will to men.\nUnto us has been born a Guide and Deliverer. We hail the morning which\ncommemorates His birth. We thank Thee that we may unite in the joyful\ncommemoration which makes us one with millions of Thy children in all\nparts of the world.--_Altar at Home._\n\n\nLift up yourselves to the great meaning of the day, and dare to think\nof your humanity as something so divinely precious that it is worthy of\nbeing an offering to God. Count it a privilege to make that offering\nas complete as possible, keeping nothing back, and then go out to the\npleasures and duties of your life, having been born anew into His\ndivinity, as He was born into our humanity on Christmas Day.--_Phillips\nBrooks._\n\n\n  Then wisely weigh\n  Our sorrow with our comfort.\n                --_Shakespeare._\n\n\nThere are two times in a man\u2019s life when he should not speculate; when\nhe can\u2019t afford it, and when he can.--_Mark Twain._\n\n\nA man may get to his journey\u2019s end by the light of a lantern, but he\nis less secure than the man who travels by daylight, and he loses the\nlandscape.--_Hamilton Wright Mabie._\n\n\nAs our ideal becomes loftier, so does it become more real; and the\nnobler our soul, the less does it dread that it meet not a soul of its\nstature; for it must have drawn near unto truth, in whose neighborhood\nall things must take of its greatness.--_Maurice Materlinck._\n\n\nThe importance of a home it is impossible to exaggerate. What is\nliberty without it? What is education in schools without it? The\ngreatness of no nation can be secure that is not based upon a pure home\nlife.--_Arnold Toynbee._\n\n\n  Nay, if you come to that, best love of all\n  Is God\u2019s; then why not have God\u2019s love befall\n  Myself?\n                --_Robert Browning._\n\n\n  Let nothing disturb thee,\n    Nothing affright thee;\n  All things are passing;\n    God never changeth;\n  Patient endurance\n    Attaineth to all things;\n  Who God possesseth\n    In nothing is wanting;\n  Alone God sufficeth.\n                --_Santa Teresa\u2019s Book Mark._\n\n\nWhen a beautiful soul harmonizes with a beautiful form, and the two are\ncast in one mould, that will be the fairest of sights to him who has\nthe eye to contemplate the vision.--_Plato._\n\n\nIt is only to the finest natures that age gives an added beauty and\ndistinction; for the most persistent self has then worked its way to\nthe surface, having modified the expression, and to some extent, the\nfeatures, to its own likeness.--_Mathilde Blind._\n\n\n  \u201cGod never loved me in so sweet a way before,\n  \u2019Tis He alone who can such blessings send,\n  And when His love would new expressions find,\n  He brought thee to me, and He said,\n      \u2018Behold a friend.\u2019\u201d\n\n\n\u201cWe can never see the sun rise by looking into the west.\u201d\n\n\nGive not thy tongue too great liberty, lest it take thee a prisoner. A\nword unspoken is like the sword in the scabbard--thine: if vented, thy\nsword is in another\u2019s hand.--_Quarles._\n\n\nReputation is in itself only a farthing candle, of wavering and\nuncertain flame, and easily blown out; but it is the light by which the\nworld looks for and finds merit.--_Lowell._\n\n\nThe making of friends, who are real friends, is the best token we have\nof a man\u2019s success in life.--_Edward Everett Hale._\n\n\n  \u201cIt was only a glad \u2018Good-morning\u2019\n    As she passed along the way,\n  But it spread the morning\u2019s glory\n    Over the live long day.\u201d\n\n\nThere is only one way to have good servants; that is, to be worthy\nof being well served. Only let it be remembered that \u201ckindness\u201d\nmeans, as with your child, so with your servant, not indulgence, but\ncare.--_Ruskin._\n\n\n[Illustration: James Freeman Clarke\n\n_To educate the heart, one must be willing to go out of himself and to\ncome into loving contact with others._]\n\n\n  \u201cFar out of sight, while sorrows still enfold us,\n    Lies the fair country where our hearts abide:\n  And of its bliss is naught more wondrous told us,\n    Than these few words, \u2018I shall be satisfied.\u2019\u201d\n\n\n             \u201cThough there come a million,\n              Wise Saadi dwells alone.\u201d\n\n\nBut it is a question as to whether Saadi is wise when he prefers to\ndwell alone. Living on earth, is it not one\u2019s duty to hear many voices\nthat ring in its air? Is one\u2019s life for mere acquirement, or to show\nresults and flower into influence and deed?--_The World Beautiful,\nLilian Whiting._\n\n\nThe mountain top must be reached no matter how many times we fall in\nreaching it. The fall is not counted, it does not register; the picking\nup and going on counts in life.--_Flora Howard._\n\n\nSuccess in life is a matter not so much of talent or opportunity as of\nconcentration and perseverance.--_Chas. W. Wendte._\n\n\n  Be what thou seemest; live thy creed,\n  Hold up to earth the touch divine;\n  Be what thou prayest to be made;\n  Let the great Master\u2019s steps be thine.\n                --_Horatio Bonar._\n\n\nTo be honest, to be kind, to earn a little, and to spend a little\nless, to make upon the whole, a family happier for his presence, to\nrenounce when that shall be necessary and not to be embittered, to keep\na few friends, but these without capitulation; above all, on the same\ncondition, to keep friends with himself, here is a task for all a man\nhas of fortitude and delicacy.--_Robert Louis Stevenson._\n\n\n        Who is the honest man?\n  He that doth still and strongly good pursue,\n  To God, his neighbor and himself most true,\n        Whom neither force nor fawning can\n  Unpin, or wrench from giving all their due.\n                --_George Herbert._\n\n\n  Take the Sunday with you through the week,\n  And sweeten with it all the other days.\n                --_Longfellow._\n\n\n  God will not mock the hope he giveth,\n  No love he prompts shall vainly plead.\n                --_Whittier._\n\n\n  God\u2019s goodness hath been great to thee;\n  Let never day or night unhallowed pass,\n  But still remember what the Lord hath done.\n                --_Shakespeare._\n\n\n  Yet ere we part, one lesson I can leave you\n    For every day....\n  Be good....\n  Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:\n  And so make life, death, and that vast forever\n    One grand sweet song.\n                --_Charles Kingsley._\n\n\n\n\nINDEX TO POEMS\n\n\n                                                         PAGE\n\n   A NEW YEAR MOTTO _J. M. C. Bouchard._                   28\n   COME UP HIGHER _James G. Clarke._                        9\n   GOOD IN THOUGHT _James Russell Lowell._                 34\n   INFINITE LOVE                                           37\n   MY SOUL AND I _Laura Barker._                           82\n   OLD FRIENDS _Gerald Massey._                           117\n   OPPORTUNITY _James Russell Lowell._                    113\n   PRAYER _Canon Farrar._                                  17\n   SANTA TERESA\u2019S BOOK MARK                               143\n   THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL _Ralph Waldo Emerson._    75\n   TO KNOW AND DO HIS WILL _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow._  129\n   TRUTH BY MAJORITY _Edward Rowland Sill._                43\n   WOULDST SHAPE A NOBLE LIFE? _Goethe._                   67\n   YOU CAN NEVER TELL WHAT YOUR THOUGHTS WILL DO           11\n\n\n\n\nINDEX TO AUTHORS\n\n\n  Abbott, Dr. Lyman, 64, 135\n\n  Alcott, Louisa May, 88\n\n  Aldrich, Thomas B., 38, 138\n\n  Alger, Wm. R., 127\n\n  Allen, James Lane, 48, 62\n\n  Allen, Mary Wood, 133\n\n  Allison, Francis J., 39\n\n  Amiel, 19, 64, 99\n\n  Arabian Proverb, 45\n\n  Arabic, From the, 41\n\n  Arnold, Edwin, 118\n\n  Arnold, Matthew, 138\n\n  Auerbach, Berthold, 59\n\n  Augustine, St., 25\n\n  Aurelius, Marcus, 38, 41, 62, 74, 122\n\n\n  Bacon, Francis, 60\n\n  Balzac, Honor\u00e9 de, 40\n\n  Barker, Laura, 82\n\n  Barnum, P. T., 109\n\n  Barrows, Rev. S. J., 19\n\n  Beaumont and Fletcher, 134\n\n  Beecher, Henry Ward, 14, 25, 59, 85, 134\n\n  Black, H., 76\n\n  Blind, Mathilde, 143\n\n  Bolton, Sarah K., 24\n\n  Bonar, Horatio, 145\n\n  Bourdillon, F. W., 123\n\n  Bov\u00e9e, 6\n\n  Brooks, Phillips, 24, 53, 59, 78, 90, 91, 108, 110, 121, 141\n\n  Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, 24, 39, 69, 76, 91, 111, 121\n\n  Browning, Robert, 19, 48, 55, 73, 87, 89, 93, 101, 112, 124, 133,\n      140, 142\n\n  Bulwer-Lytton, Lord, 99, 135\n\n  Burdette, Robert J., 36\n\n  Burke, Edmund, 119\n\n  Burritt, Elihu, 139\n\n  Burroughs, John, 126\n\n  Burton, Richard, 69\n\n  Bushnell, Horace, 20, 86\n\n  Buxton, Charles, 27, 60, 64\n\n  Byron, George Gordon No\u00ebl, Lord, 16, 66\n\n\n  Cady, H. Emilie, 52, 76, 94, 130\n\n  C\u00e6sar, 44\n\n  Carleton, Will, 14\n\n  Carlyle, Thomas, 12, 44, 51, 68, 81, 103, 120, 125\n\n  Carruth, M. H., 65\n\n  Cary, Alice, 86, 92\n\n  Catherine of Russia, 134\n\n  Cato, 33\n\n  Cecil, Robert, 10\n\n  Cervantes, Saavedra, de, 44\n\n  Chadwick, John White, 120\n\n  Channing, W. E., 30, 38, 88, 104, 109, 113, 123\n\n  Chap-Book, 42\n\n  Chapin, Henry D., 29\n\n  Cheney, John Vance, 79\n\n  Chesterfield, Philip D. S., 51\n\n  Child, Lydia Maria, 97\n\n  Chinese Proverb, 68\n\n  Clarke, Adam, 47\n\n  Clarke, James Freeman, 116\n\n  Clarke, James G., 9\n\n  Cleveland, Rose E., 64\n\n  Clough, A. H., 133\n\n  Coleridge, Samuel T., 33\n\n  Collyer, Robert, 96\n\n  Colton, Walter, 80\n\n  Confucius, 30, 62, 131\n\n  Cooke, Rose Terry, 46\n\n  Coolidge, Susan, 139\n\n  Cowper, William, 104\n\n  Craddock, Charles Egbert, 127\n\n  Cuyler, T. L., 53\n\n\n  Davy, Sir Humphrey, 98\n\n  Dickens, Charles, 94, 125\n\n  Dickinson, Emily, 100\n\n  Dresser, H. W., 12, 76, 84, 85, 88, 111, 115, 120\n\n  Drew, 93\n\n  Drummond, Henry, 36, 66, 77, 83, 88, 140\n\n  Dryden, John, 112\n\n\n  Eliot, Chas. H., 127, 131\n\n  Eliot, George, 40, 73, 101, 102, 112, 113, 125, 127\n\n  Eliot, Henrietta R., 23\n\n  Emerson, Ralph Waldo, 15, 19, 22, 24, 29, 31, 32, 35, 38, 44, 46, 47,\n      48, 54, 55, 57, 66, 70, 71, 75, 87, 93, 97, 98, 108, 109, 114,\n      115, 120, 121, 122, 130, 135, 137\n\n  Epictetus, 27, 61, 81\n\n  Ewing, Juliana H., 50\n\n\n  Farrar, Canon, 17, 94, 120\n\n  Fletcher, Horace, 15, 68\n\n  Foss, S. W., 105\n\n  Franklin, Benjamin, 94, 121, 133\n\n  French, R. C., 81\n\n  Frothingham, N. L., 66\n\n  Furness, 54\n\n\n  Gannett, W. C., 15, 103\n\n  Gerhardt, Paulus, 84\n\n  Gibbon, Edward, 23\n\n  Gibbons, Cardinal, 131\n\n  Gladstone, William Ewart, 10\n\n  Gleim, J. W. L., 73\n\n  Goethe, Johann Wolfgang, 67, 78, 85\n\n  Goethe\u2019s Mother, 30\n\n  Griggs, Edward Howard, 128\n\n  Guerin, de, Eugenie, 87\n\n\n  Hale, Edward Everett, 10, 33, 81, 144\n\n  Hale, Sir Mathew, 121\n\n  Hall, E. B., 111\n\n  Hamilton, A. E., 51\n\n  Hamilton, Gail, 119\n\n  Harrison, Elizabeth, 85\n\n  Hegeman, Mrs. A. B., 111\n\n  Herbert, George, 71, 91, 146\n\n  Herbert, Lord Edward, 53\n\n  Herder, von, Johann Gottfried, 41\n\n  Higginson, Thomas Wentworth, 72, 101\n\n  Hillel, Rabbi, 27, 96\n\n  Hillis, Newell Dwight, 20, 33, 46, 58, 84\n\n  Holland, J. G., 41\n\n  Holmes, Oliver Wendell, 10, 53, 92, 106, 135\n\n  Hosmer, F. L., 98\n\n  Howard, Flora, 145\n\n  Howard, W. D., 54\n\n  Howe, Julia Ward, 99\n\n  Howells, William D., 58, 111\n\n  Hughes, Thomas, 106\n\n  Hugo, Victor, 59, 68\n\n  Huntington, F. D., 27\n\n\n  Jameson, Anna, 54\n\n  Japanese Proverb, 27, 131, 140\n\n  Johnson, Samuel, 78, 80, 130\n\n  Jones, Jenkin Lloyd, 12, 87\n\n  Jordan, David Starr, 13, 16, 22, 25, 31, 36, 59, 73, 86, 102, 104,\n      126, 135\n\n  Jowett, Benjamin, 98, 121\n\n\n  Keary, Annie, 97\n\n  Kelty, 15\n\n  Kempis, \u00e0, Thomas, 114\n\n  King, Thomas Starr, 35\n\n  Kingsley, Charles, 50, 90, 147\n\n  Kipling, Rudyard, 124\n\n\n  La Harpe, 126\n\n  Lavater, J. K., 101, 128\n\n  Le Conte, Joseph, 57\n\n  Lessing, Gotthold Ephraim, 108\n\n  Lewis, Gertrude, 61\n\n  Lincoln, Abraham, 24, 119\n\n  Livermore, Mrs. Mary A., 18, 51\n\n  Locke, John, 51\n\n  Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 10, 25, 29, 56, 58, 64, 68, 70, 99, 127,\n      129, 146\n\n  Lowell, James Russell, 14, 19, 34, 47, 64, 73, 80, 83, 84, 100, 101,\n      113, 144\n\n  Lubbock, Sir John, 50, 64, 100, 123, 126, 128\n\n  Lyon, Mary, 60\n\n\n  Mabie, Hamilton Wright, 20, 31, 40, 61, 66, 71, 85, 87, 108, 112, 114,\n      124, 127, 140, 142\n\n  Macdonald, Geo., 49, 66, 79, 114, 134\n\n  MacLaren, Ian, 77, 90\n\n  Mann, Horace, 19, 83\n\n  Markham, Edwin, 65, 116\n\n  Martineau, James, 35, 83, 101, 102\n\n  Mason, Caroline, 60\n\n  Massey, Gerald, 117\n\n  Materlinck, Maurice, 14, 48, 57, 61, 116, 123, 142\n\n  McLean, Rev. J. K., 88, 96\n\n  Meredith, George, 64\n\n  Merriam, Geo. S., 79, 46\n\n  Miller, J. R., 62, 133\n\n  Milton, John, 114\n\n  Montaigne, de, Michel Eyquem, 44, 55, 80, 96\n\n  More, Hannah, 35\n\n  Mulford, Prentice, 36, 124\n\n  Mulock, Dinah Maria, 31, 92\n\n\n  Newcomb, Charles B., 14, 16, 22, 41, 53, 59, 62, 98, 116, 126\n\n\n  Paulist Fathers, 109\n\n  Parker, Theodore, 103, 113\n\n  Peabody, Andrew Preston, 70\n\n  Plato, 94, 115, 143\n\n  Pliny, 131\n\n  Plutarch, 88\n\n  Purington, Lilian, 71, 93\n\n\n  Quarles, Francis, 144\n\n  Quincy, Josiah, 78\n\n\n  Raleigh, Sir Walter, 96\n\n  Ravignon, de, 77\n\n  Richards, Ellen, 132\n\n  Richardson, Ellen A., 104\n\n  Richardson, Nellie M., 115\n\n  Riley, James Whitcomb, 109\n\n  Robertson, F. W., 29, 54\n\n  Rollins, Alice W., 31\n\n  Rossetti, Christina, 80\n\n  Royce, Josiah, 136\n\n  Ruskin, John, 7, 22, 30, 36, 50, 58, 65, 71, 83, 88, 93, 94, 115,\n      125, 144\n\n  Russell, M. E., 139\n\n\n  Sala, George Augustus, 92\n\n  Sales, de, St. Francis, 81, 103, 130\n\n  Savage, Minot T., 90\n\n  Scott, Sir Walter, 35\n\n  Seneca, 81, 99, 106, 118, 130\n\n  Shakespeare, William, 10, 25, 38, 103, 104, 112, 142, 146\n\n  Sidney, Sir Philip, 106\n\n  Sill, Edward Rowland, 16, 43, 46, 50, 77\n\n  Smiles, Samuel, 29, 66\n\n  Smiley, J. B., 22\n\n  Smith, Mary Roberts, 70\n\n  Smith, Sidney, 20\n\n  Smith, William, 20\n\n  Spaulding, Bishop, 102\n\n  Spurgeon, Charles Haddon, 128\n\n  Stevenson, Robert Louis, 146\n\n  Story, William W., 86\n\n\n  Taylor, Jeremy, 92, 114\n\n  Tesla, Nikola, 103\n\n  Tennyson, Alfred, 79, 119, 135\n\n  Thaxter, Celia, 31\n\n  Thomas, H. W., 35\n\n  Thoreau, Henry D., 12, 15, 22, 30, 40, 44, 47, 72, 76, 93, 100,\n      106, 134\n\n  Torrey, Bradford, 138\n\n  Toynbee, Arnold, 142\n\n  Trine, R. W., 16, 24, 38, 58, 74, 87, 123\n\n  Twain, Mark, 142\n\n\n  Van Dyke, Henry, 55\n\n  Virgil, 58\n\n  Voltaire, de, Fran\u00e7ois Marie Arouet, 29\n\n\n  Ward, Mrs. Thomas Humphry, 105\n\n  Ware, J. F. W., 31\n\n  Warner, Anna, 57\n\n  Washington, George, 47, 96, 122\n\n  Watts, Isaac, 137\n\n  Wendte, Charles W., 145\n\n  Westcott, Canon, 133\n\n  Whiting, Lilian, 29, 30, 33, 44, 46, 47, 50, 51, 71, 72, 73, 74, 78,\n      84, 92, 101, 104, 105, 106, 108, 112, 114, 118, 122, 125, 132,\n      137, 145\n\n  Whittier, John Greenleaf, 12, 20, 25, 53, 119, 146\n\n  Wood, Henry, 57, 68, 118, 138\n\n  Worcester, Alice E., 63\n\n  Wordsworth, William, 15, 59\n\n\n  Yoga, Raja, 68\n\n  Young, Edward, 108\n\n\n  Zimmermann, von, Johann Georg, 78\n\n\n\n\nTranscriber\u2019s Notes\n\nObvious typographical errors have been silently corrected. 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