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The Sweetest Type Of Heaven Is Home - Nay, Heaven Is The Home For Whose Acquisition We Are To Strive The Most Strongly. Home, In One Form And Another, Is The Great Object Of Life. It Stands At The End Of Every Day's Labor, And Beckons Us To Its Bosom; An Life Would Be Cheerless And Meaningless, Did We Not Discern Across The River That Divides Us From The Life Beyond, Glimpses Of The Pleasant Mansions Prepared For Us.

A Mind Grows By What It Feeds On.

We Work And That Is Godlike.

What Is The Little One Thinking About? Very Wonderful Things, No Doubt; Unwritten History! Unfathomed Mystery! Yet He Laughs And Cries, And Eats And Drinks, And Chuckles And Crows, And Nods And Winks, As If His Head Were As Full Of Kinks And Curious Riddles As Any Sphinx!

Idleness Is The Sepulchre Of A Living Man.