If We Should Put God In The

Heresy Is A Cradle; Orthodoxy A Coffin.

All Prayers Die In The Air Which They Uselessly Agitate.

If Upon This Earth We Ever Have A Glimpse Of Heaven,it Is When We Pass A Home In Winter, At Night,and Through The Windows, The Curtains Drawn Aside,we See The Family About The Pleasant Hearth; The Old Lady Knitting; The Cat Playing With The Yarn;the Children Wishing They Had As Many Dolls Or Dollars Or Knivesor Somethings, As There Are Sparks Going Out To Join The Roaring Blast;the Father Reading And Smoking, And The Clouds Rising Like Incense From The Altar Of Domestic Joy.i Never Passed Such A House Without Feeling Thati Had Received A Benediction.

Commerce Is The Great Civilizer. We Exchange Ideas When We Exchange Fabrics.

Many People Think They Have Religion When They Are Troubled With Dyspepsia.