Children Are The Hands By Which We

Every Man Is Full Of Music; But It Is Not Every Man That Knows How To Bring It Out.

Don't Look Where You Fall, But Where You Slipped.

Storms Purify The Atmosphere.

What A Pity Flowers Can Utter No Sound!-a Singing Rose, A Whispering Violet, A Murmuring Honeysuckle ... Oh, What A Rare And Exquisite Miracle Would These Be!

The Humblest Individual Exerts Some Influence, Either For Good Or Evil, Upon Others.