Earth Gets Its Price For What Earth

Not Suffering, But Faint Heart, Is Worst Of Woes.

History Is Clarified Experience.

Literature, Properly So Called, Draws Its Sap From The Deep Soil Of Human Nature's Common And Everlasting Sympathies, The Gathered Leaf-mound Of Countless Generations, And Not From Any Top Dressing Capriciously Scattered Over The Surface.

Many Make The Household But Only One The Home.

Violet! Sweet Violet! Thine Eyes Are Full Of Tears; Are They Wet Even Yet With The Thought Of Other Years?