I desire to leave to the men that come after me a remembrance of me in good works.
For man is man and master of his fate.
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die.
The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist.
I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned.
Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on from point to point.