A Somebody Was Once A Nobody Who

Look Up At The Miracle Of The Falling Snow,—the Air A Dizzy Maze Of Whirling, Eddying Flakes, Noiselessly Transforming The World, The Exquisite Crystals Dropping In Ditch And Gutter, And Disguising In The Same Suit Of Spotless Livery All Objects Upon Which They Fall.

Few Persons Realize How Much Of Their Happiness, Such As It Is, Is Dependent Upon Their Work.

Now Is The Time Of The Illuminated Woods ... When Every Leaf Glows Like A Tiny Lamp.

The Lesson Which Life Repeats And Constantly Enforces Is 'look Under Foot.' You Are Always Nearer The Divine And The True Sources Of Your Power Than You Think.

When Nature Made The Blue-bird She Wished To Propitiate Both The Sky And The Earth, So She Gave Him The Color Of The One On His Back And The Hue Of The Other On His Breast.