To-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We walk here, as it were, in the crypts of life; at times, from the great cathedral above us, we can hear the organ and the chanting choir; we see the light stream through the open door, when some friend goes up before us; and shall we fear to mount the narrow staircase of the grave that leads us out of this uncertain twilight into life eternal?

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.

Into each life some rain must fall.

No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.

The nearer the dawn the darker the night.

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.

A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.