Labor Humanizes, Exalts.

The Books That Charmed Us In Youth Recall The Delight Ever Afterwards; We Are Hardly Persuaded There Are Any Like Them, Any Deserving Our Equal Affections.

Man Is A Living Lie--a Bitter Jest Upon Himself--a Conscious Grain Of Sand Lost In A Desert Of Unconsciousness.

Where There Is A Mother In The Home, Matters Go Well.

Sympathy Wanting, All Is Wanting; Its Personal Magnetism Is The Conductor Of The Sacred Spark That Lights Our Atoms, Puts Us M Human Communion, And Gives Us To Company, Conversation, And Ourselves.

Debate Is Angular, Conversation Circular And Radiant Of The Underlying Unity.