Life Is One, Religion One, Creeds Are

Nor Do We Accept, As Genuine The Person Not Characterized By This Blushing Bashfulness, This Youthfulness Of Heart, This Sensibility To The Sentiment Of Suavity And Self-respect. Modesty Is Bred Of Self-reverence. Fine Manners Are The Mantle Of Fair Minds. None Are Truly Great Without This Ornament.

Who Loves A Garden, Still His Eden Keeps, Perennial Pleasures Plants, And Wholesome Harvests Reaps.

Sleep On Your Writing; Take A Walk Over It; Scrutinize It Of A Morning; Review It Of An Afternoon; Digest It After A Meal; Let It Sleep In Your Drawer A Twelvemonth; Never Venture A Whisper About It To Your Friend, If He Be An Author Especially.

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

Memory Marks The Horizon Of Our Consciousness, Imagination Its Zenith.