Suicide is not a remedy.—­James A. Garfield.

Beware of desperate steps.  The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass’d away. 
—­Cowper.

The coward sneaks to death; the brave live on.—­Dr. George Sewell.

Superstition.—­I think we cannot too strongly attack superstition, which is the disturber of society; nor too highly respect genuine religion, which is the support of it.—­Rousseau.

There is but one thing that can free a man from superstition, and that is belief.  All history proves it.  The most sceptical have ever been the most credulous.—­George MACDONALD.

Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return.  Religion cannot pass away.  The burning of a little straw may hide the stars of the sky; but the stars are there and will reappear.—­Carlyle.

Religion worships God, while superstition profanes that worship.—­Seneca.

Superstition is the only religion of which base souls are capable.  —­Joubert.

Superstition always inspires littleness, religion grandeur of mind; the superstitious raises beings inferior to himself to deities.—­Lavater.

The child taught to believe any occurrence a good or evil omen, or any day of the week lucky, hath a wide inroad made upon the soundness of his understanding.—­Dr. Watts.

Superstition is a senseless fear of God; religion, the pious worship of God.—­Cicero.

Superstition renders a man a fool, and scepticism makes him mad.  —­Fielding.

I die adoring God, loving my friends, not hating my enemies, and detesting superstition.—­Voltaire.

Sympathy.—­Sympathy is the first great lesson which man should learn.  It will be ill for him if he proceeds no farther; if his emotions are but excited to roll back on his heart, and to be fostered in luxurious quiet.  But unless he learns to feel for things in which he has no personal interest, he can achieve nothing generous or noble.—­TALFOURD.

To commiserate is sometimes more than to give; for money is external to a man’s self, but he who bestows compassion communicates his own soul.—­Mountford.

A helping word to one in trouble is often like a switch on a railroad track,—­but one inch between wreck and smooth-rolling prosperity.  —­Beecher.

The greatest pleasures of which the human mind is susceptible are the pleasures of consciousness and sympathy.—­Parke Godwin.

What gem hath dropp’d and sparkles o’er his chain? 
The tear most sacred, shed for other’s pain,
That starts at once—­bright—­pure—­from pity’s mine,
Already polish’d by the Hand Divine. 

                                    —­Byron.