It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love."

It has always been my belief that children inherit the suppressed tendencies of their parents. A clergyman's son frequently shows abnormal tastes for the pleasures that his father denied himself.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.

Content is not the pathway to great deeds.

We ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are living.

It is time that outraged public sentiment cry out in detestation of the outrages committed in the name of religion.