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No one can write his life with pen or pencil. It is written only in actions, and its seal is our character. We are put here to grow, and we ought to grow, and to use all the means of growth according to the laws of our being. The only real satisfaction there is, is to be growing up inwardly all the time, becoming more just, true, generous, simple, kind, and active. And this we can all do by doing each day’s work as well as we can.

Drop a pebble in water And its ripples reach out far: And the sunbeams dancing on them may reflect then to a star. Give a smile to someone passing. Thereby making his morning glad: It may greet you in the evening When your own heart may be sad. Do a deed Of simple kindness: Though its end you may not see. It may reach. Like widening ripples. Down a long eternity.