—Geo. Macdonald.
Would the face of nature be so serene and beautiful if man’s destiny were not equally so?
—Thoreau.
Some men move through life as a band of music moves down the street, flinging out pleasure on every side through the air, to every one far and near that can listen.
—Henry Ward Beecher.
Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and an upright man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,