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Leisure Only Means A Chance To Do Other Jobs That Demand Attention.

The Great End Of Being Is To Harmonize Man With The Order Of Things, And The Church Has Been A Good Pitch-pipe, And May Be So Still.

Research And Writing Are Lonely Occupations. It Is Easy To Become Discouraged In Solitary Confinement.

There Is No Friend Like The Old Friend, Who Has Shared Our Morning Days, No Greeting Like His Welcome, No Homage Like His Praise: Fame Is The Scentless Sunflower, With Gaudy Crown Of Gold; But Friendship Is The Breathing Rose, With Sweets In Every Fold.

You Hear That Boy Laughing?you Think He's All Fun; But The Angels Laugh, Too, At The Good He Has Done; The Children Laugh Loud As They Troop To His Call, And The Poor Man That Knows Him Laughs Loudest Of All.