George Matheson wrote, “Be willing to be only a voice, heard but not seen; a mirror whose surface is lost to view, because it reflects the dazzling glory of the sun; a breeze that springs up just before daylight, and says, ‘The dawn! The dawn!’ and then dies away. I shall be satisfied if no great mausoleum is raised over my grave, but that simple souls shall gather there when I am gone and say, ‘He was a good man; he wrought no miracles, but he spake words about Christ, which led me to know Him for myself.'”