Nature Is God's Old Testament.

The Coat Of The Buffalo Never Pinches Under The Arm, Never Puckers At The Shoulders; It Is Always The Same, Yet Never Old Fashioned Nor Out Of Date.

Such A Large Sweet Fruit Is A Complete Marriage, That It Needs A Very Long Summer To Ripen In And Then A Long Winter To Mellow And Season It.

Love Of Truth Will Bless The Lover All His Days; Yet When He Brings Her Home, His Fair-faced Bride, She Comes Empty-handed To His Door, Herself Her Only Dower.

The Miser, Poor Fool, Not Only Starves His Body, But Also His Own Soul.

What A Joy Is There In A Good Book, Writ By Some Great Master Of Thought, Who Breaks Into Beauty As In Summer The Meadow Into Grass And Dandelions And Violets, With Geraniums And Manifold Sweetness.