From Labor There Shall Come Forth Rest.

Nothing With God Can Be Accidental.

But The Good Deed, Through The Ages Living In Historic Pages, Brighter Grows And Gleams Immortal, Unconsumed By Moth Or Rust.

You Would Attain To The Divine Perfection.

A Single Conversation Across The Table With A Wise Man Is Better Than Ten Years Mere Study Of Books.

When Thou Are Not Pleased, Beloved, Then My Heart Is Sad And Darkened, As The Shining River Darkens When The Clouds Drop Shadows On It! When Thou Smilest, My Beloved, Then My Troubled Heart Is Brightened, As In Sunshine Gleam The Ripples That The Cold Wind Makes In Rivers.