The good is always beautiful, the beautiful is good!

Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the evil and ungentle passions looked out, hideous and hateful.

The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

He is wisest, who only gives, True to himself, the best he can: Who drifting on the winds of praise, The inward monitor obeys. And with the boldness that confuses fear Takes in the crowded sail, and lets his conscience steer.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

The hope of all earnest souls must be realized.

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.