With our sympathy for the wrongdoer we need the old Puritan and Quaker hatred of wrongdoing; with our just tolerance of men and opinions a righteous abhorrence of sin.

Few have borne unconsciously the spell of loveliness.

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

Nothing before, nothing behind; The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.

Despair is infidelity and death.

It is well for us if we have learned to listen to the sweet persuasion of the Beatitudes, but there are crises in all lives which require also the emphatic "Thou shalt not" of the decalogue which the founders wrote on the gateposts of their commonwealth.

I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.