Every Child's Birthright Is A Happy Home.

A Letter Is The Most Imperishable Thing On Earth.

At Christmas-tide The Open Hand Scatters Its Bounty O'er Sea And Land, And None Are Left To Grieve Alone, For Love Is Heaven And Claims Its Own.

Creative Genius Is A Divinely Bestowed Gift Which Is The Coronation Of The Few.

Never Yet Was A Springtime, When The Buds Forgot To Bloom.

I Think That The Almighty Gave Springtime To A Tired World So That Its Peoples Might Know Rest. I Think That He Gave It To A Troubled World So That The World's Inhabitants Might Find Peace. I Think He Gave It To A Discouraged World So That Hope And Faith Might Be Reborn!