Young man, the secret of my success is that at an early age I discovered that I was not God. - Oliver Wendell Holmes

All of us love companionship and sympathy; some of us may love them too much. All of us are more or less imaginative in our theology.

The brightest blades grow dim with rust, The fairest meadow white with snow.

So from the heights of Will
Life's parting stream descends,
And, as a moment turns its slender rill,
Each widening torrent bends, From the same cradle's side,
From the same mother's knee,
—One to long darkness and the frozen tide,
One to the Peaceful Sea!