A Man That Puts Himself On The

The Real Man Is One Who Always Finds Excuses For Others, But Never Excuses Himself.

October Is The Opal Month Of The Year. It Is The Month Of Glory, Of Ripeness. It Is The Picture-month.

Undoubtedly We Render Our Consciences Callous By Evil Indulgences; But We Cannot Entirely Subdue That Still, Small Voice.

No Grief Has A Right To Immortality. That Ground Belongs To Joy, To Hope, To Faith.

A Man Who Does Not Know How To Be Angry, Does Not Know How To Be Good. Now And Then A Man Should Be Shaken To The Core With Indignation Over Things Evil.