SELF-EASE is pain, thy only rest 
To labour for a worthy end.

Out of self to love be led
And to heaven acclimated
Until all things sweet and good
Seem my natural habitude

We live in an age when, at all costs, men seek for personal aggrandisement, or for the intoxication of passing pleasure.

Do as well as you can to-day, and perhaps to-morrow you may be able to do better.

Act, act in the living Present!
Heart within and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime, 
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

LIFE never seems so clear and easy as when the heart is beating faster at the sight of some generous, self-risking deed.

AN IDEAL may seem unattainable, but when it is distinctly acknowledged as the object of aspiration, it will be found close at hand.