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A Clean And Sensitive Conscience, A Steady And Scrupulous Integrity In Small Things As Well As Large, Is The Most Valuable Of All Possessions, To A Nation As To An Individual.

So In The Heart, When, Fading Slowly Down The Past, Fond Memories Depart, And Each That Leaves It Seems The Last; Long After All The Rest Are Flown, Returns A Solitary Tone,— The After-echo Of Departed Years,— And Touches All The Soul To Tears.

A Friend Is What The Heart Needs All The Time.

Self Is The Only Prison That Can Ever Bind The Soul.

One Truly Affectionate Soul In A Family Will Evert A Sweetening And Harmonizing Influence Upon All Its Members.