I Am Conscious Of Eternal Life.

What A Joy Is There In A Good Book, Writ By Some Great Master Of Thought, Who Breaks Into Beauty As In Summer The Meadow Into Grass And Dandelions And Violets, With Geraniums And Manifold Sweetness.

Magnificent Promises Are Always To Be Suspected.

Mankind Never Loses Any Good Thing, Physical, Intellectual, Or Moral, Till It Finds A Better, And Then The Loss Is A Gain. No Steps Backward Is The Rule Of Human History. What Is Gained By One Man Is Invested In All Men, And Is A Permanent Investment For All Time.

What Sad Faces One Always Sees In The Asylums For Orphans! It Is More Fatal To Neglect The Heart Than The Head.

As Society Advances The Standard Of Poverty Rises.