He Was Poor, Yet Always Appeared To

Rule Yourself. Love Your Neighbor. Do The Duty That Lies Nearest You.

Ridicule Is Often Harder To Bear Than Self-denial.

All Is Fish That Comes To The Literary Net. Goethe Puts His Joys And Sorrows Into Poems, I Turn My Adventures Into Bread And Butter.

I Think This Power Of Living In Our Children Is One Of The Sweetest Things In The World.

And When They Went Away, Leaving Comfort Behind, I Think There Were Not In All The City Four Merrier People Than The Hungry Little Girls Who Gave Away Their Breakfasts And Contented Themselves With Bread And Milk On Christmas Morning.