I Still Find Each Day Too Short.

The Gift Of Perfume To A Flower Is A Special Grace Like Genius Or Like Beauty, And Never Becomes Common Or Cheap.

It Is Reported Of Margaret Fuller That She Said She Accepted The Universe. "gad, She'd Better!" Retorted Carlyle. Carlyle Himself Did Not Accept The Universe In A Very Whole-hearted Manner. Looking Up At The Midnight Stars, He Exclaimed: "a Sad Spectacle! If They Be Inhabited, What A Scope For Misery And Folly; If They Be Not Inhabited, What A Waste Of Space!"

Blessed Is The Man Who Has Some Congenial Work, Some Occupation In Which He Can Put His Heart, And Which Affords A Complete Outlet To All The Forces There Are In Him.

The Most Precious Things Of Life Are Near At Hand, Without Money And Without Price. Each Of You Has The Whole Wealth Of The Universe At Your Very Door. All That I Ever Had, And Still Have, May Be Yours By Stretching Forth Your Hand And Taking It.

Look Up At The Miracle Of The Falling Snow,—the Air A Dizzy Maze Of Whirling, Eddying Flakes, Noiselessly Transforming The World, The Exquisite Crystals Dropping In Ditch And Gutter, And Disguising In The Same Suit Of Spotless Livery All Objects Upon Which They Fall.