Only By Joy And Sorrow Does A

Wild Dreams Torment Me As I Lie. And Though A God Lives In My Heart, Though All My Power Waken At His Word, Though He Can Move My Every Inmost Part - Yet Nothing In The Outer World Is Stirred. Thus By Existence Tortured And Oppressed I Crave For Death, I Long For Rest.

Good Children's Literature Appeals Not Only To The Child In The Adult, But To The Adult In The Child.

The Ground That A Good Man Treads Is Hallowed.

What You Have Inherited From Your Fathers, Earn Over Again For Yourselves, Or It Will Not Be Yours.

The Follies Of The Wise Man Are Known To Himself, But Hidden From The World.