There are wild despairing moments,
There are hours of mental strife;
There are times of stony anguish,
When the tears refuse to fall;
But the waiting time, my brothers,

Is the hardest time of all.

Sarah Douding.

If thou be well assured that waiting is thy work, wit thou that 'tis matter worthy of the wits of angels, for there is no work harder than to wait for God.

Sarah Holt.

Sooner or later the right will triumph. The sooner may be in our day, the later may be in the future life. Experience is gained by force of circumstances rather than by lapse of time. Hours may be centuries sometimes.

The prodigality of nature is not confined to matter. Minds are maimed and wasted no less than bodies. The fields of speculation are as red with mangled thoughts as are the fields of battle with the slain.

Garret.

There is space enough in eternity for all crooked paths to be made straight, and for the slowest harvest to ripen.

Even as God is the origin of all other things, of na

ture, of force, of matter, of mind, so is He also the origin of love and law; all these streams, if we follow them up sufficiently far, carry us to the fountain. Love is the refreshing water, the law is the channel for it to flow in, and the spring is in the bosom of God.

McCosh.

No inspiration is so direct as that which breathes in beautiful deeds, therefore he who does best is most inspired.

Garret.

When God means genius to speak, you may be sure that it speaks under any circumstances-in prisons, ploughed fields, factories and shops. But God also has geniuses that He never means to speak except to Himself, like the wild flowers in the secret places of the mountains blooming for His eyes only.

E. Garret.

"Do

If you live vividly society will persecute you. what you please," says she, "only call it by the same name that we do." The world will pardon a thousand irregularities, even vices, much sooner than it will forgive a non-conforming life, the key-note of which is pitched a little too high for its own tastes. Live the life of an angel, with the least bit of protesting air, or anything that can be construed into it, and the very first deflection from a beaten track, though it should be made in the fear of high Heaven and with bleeding feet, will be treated worse than a vice.

Custom is made the sphere of toleration in society. He who disregards the chalked lines is a pestilent per

son. The man,

and still more the woman, who can be

accused of doing what nobody does, or of not doing what everybody does, is the subject of more censure than if guilty of some grave moral delinquency.

J. Stuart Mill.

There is no natural connection between strong impulses and weak consciences; the natural connection is the other way. The danger which threatens human. nature is not the excess, but the deficiency of personal impulses and preferences.

J. Stuart Mill.

Shall we, then, take the bright ideals of our souls
And lock them fast away,

Nor ever dream that things so beautiful

Were meant for clay?

Ah! if the people of the world would but count the cost at which they suppress thought by their invisible bans and penalties. There is not a platform or a pulpit, a newspaper or magazine, where the speaker or writer dare to say all he thinks. The real warfare of the world of intellect is carried on under masks and disguises. Scarcely a sentence in any book which does not insinuate more than is written.

Absolve yourself to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world. To be great, is to be misunderstood.

Emerson.

A person is relieved when he has put his heart into

his work, and done the best he could. But what he has done otherwise, shall give him no peace; it is a deliverance which does not deliver.

Emerson.

In every work of genius we perceive our own mental thoughts. They come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. They teach us to speak out our own thoughts, abide by our own impressions, else a stranger will say what we have thought.

Emerson.

The wealth of a soul is measured by how much it can feel; its poverty, by how little.

Alger.

The charm of music dwells not in its tones, but in the echoes of our hearts.

There is a grave tenderness of color in the far away hill purple.

Ruskin.

The path of a good woman is strewn with flowers, but they rise behind her steps, not before them. Her feet have touched the meadows and left the daisies rosy.

Ruskin.

Mere emotion and sympathy in woman, separated from sound thinking, makes woman a simpleton.

Much grain is wasted in this world, and rots. Why not thy little handful? Tennyson.

Faithful, is the word that begins the verse which is heaven's portal text.

Rose Porter.

There are buds that fold within them,
Closed and covered from our sight,
Many a richly tinted petal

Never looked on by the light.
Fain to see their shrouded faces,
Sun and dew are long at strife,
Till at length the sweet bud opens;
Such a bud is life.

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought it suggests.

The lowliness of the valley measures the height of the hill.

Phelps.

What I must do, is all that concerns me, and not what other people think. You will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in solitude to live above the world's opinion. It is easy in solitude to live after your own. But the great man is he who, in the midst of the crowd, keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.

Emerson.

Shallow men believe in luck, strong men in cause and effect.

When bad men combine, the good must associate.

Edmund Burke.

A stone that's fit for the wall is not left in the way.

Persian Proverb.