Children Are The Hands By Which We

In Friendship Your Heart Is Like A Bell Struck Every Time Your Friend Is In Trouble.

It's Easier To Go Down A Hill Than Up It But The View Is Much Better At The Top.

While A Man Is Stringing A Harp, He Tries The Strings, Not For Music, But For Construction. When It Is Finished It Shall Be Played For Melodies. God Is Fashioning The Human Heart For Future Joy. He Only Sounds A String Here And There To See How Far His Work Has Progressed.

Death Is The Christian's Vacation Morning. School Is Out. It Is Time To Go Home.

Some Men Think That The Globe Is A Sponge That God Puts Into Their Hands To Squeeze For Their Own Garden Or Flower-pot.