Love Is The World's River Of Life

We Are But A Point, A Single Comma, And God Is The Literature Of Eternity.

The Sun Does Not Shine For A Few Trees And Flowers, But For The Wide World's Joy.

Boys Have Their Soft And Gentle Moods Too. You Would Suppose By The Morning Racket That Nothing Could Be More Foreign To Their Nature Than Romance And Vague Sadness. . . . But Boys Have Hours Of Great Sinking And Sadness, When Kindness And Fondness Are Peculiarly Needful To Them.

It Is The End Of Art To Inoculate Men With The Love Of Nature.

You Never Know Till You Try To Reach Them How Accessible Men Are; But You Must Approach Each Man By The Right Door.