A Lean Sorrow Is Hardest To Bear.

This Was One Of Those Perfect New England Days In Late Summer Where The Spirit Of Autumn Takes A First Stealing Flight, Like A Spy, Through The Ripening Country-side, And, With Feigned Sympathy For Those Who Droop With August Heat, Puts Her Cool Cloak Of Bracing Air About Leaf And Flower And Human Shoulders.

Tain't Worthwhile To Wear A Day All Out Before It Comes.

What's Everybody's Business Is Nobody's Business.

It Is A Splendid Thing To Have The Use Of Any Gift Of God. It Isn't For Us To Choose Again, Or Wonder And Dispute, But Just Work In Our Own Places, And Leave The Rest To God.

God Would Not Give Us The Same Talent If What Were Right For Men Were Wrong For Women.