A man that simply loads himself down with possessions of which he has no actual need, when he dies slips out of them--as a little insect might slip out of some parasite shell into which it has ensconced itself--into the grave, and is forgotten.
Edwin Hubbel ChapinEach thing lives according to its kind; the heart by love, the intellect by truth, the higher nature of man by intimate communion with God.
Edwin Hubbel Chapin