Books Are The Windows Through Which The

There Are Joys Which Long To Be Ours.

Walking Humbly, You Are More Of A Man Than You Were When You Walked Proudly.

The Divine Mind Does Not Think For Us, Or Inspite Of Us, But Works In Us To Think, And To Will, And To Do.

If God But Cares For Our Inward And Eternal Life, If By All The Experiences Of This Life He Is Reducing It And Preparing For Its Disclosure, Nothing Can Befall Us But Prosperity. Every Sorrow Shall Be But The Setting Of Some Luminous Jewel Of Joy. Our Very Morning Shall Be But The Enamel Around The Diamond; Our Very Hardships But The Metallic Rim That Holds The Opal, Glancing With Strange Interior Fires.

No People Are So Easy To Govern As The Intelligent, And None Are So Hard To Govern As The Ignorant.