We have only to sense the phenomena surrounding us to know that we must have a _working faith_--something _practical_ to live by, which automatically keeps us on our course.

The mystery of life somehow loses its density _if we retain our spark of hope_.
All of my life since childhood I have held Shakespeare in constant companionship.

Aside from the Bible--which is entirely apart from all other books--Shakespeare has no equal.

My father, partly from his love for the great poet, and partly for the purpose of aiding me to memorize accurately, taught me to recite Shakespeare before I was old enough to know the meaning of the words.

I remembered them, however, and in later years I grew to know their full significance.