Soap And Water And Common Sense Are

Fed On The Dry Husks Of Facts, The Human Heart Has A Hidden Want Which Science Cannot Supply.

Happiness Lies In The Absorption In Some Vocation Which Satisfies The Soul.

No Dreams, No Visions, No Delicious Fantasies, No Castles In The Air, With Which, As The Old Song So Truly Says, Hearts Are Broken, Heads Are Turned.

Too Many Men Slip Early Out Of The Habit Of Studious Reading, And Yet That Is Essential.

Now The Way Of Life That I Preach Is A Habit To Be Acquired Gradually By Long And Steady Repetition. It Is The Practice Of Living For The Day Only, And For The Day's Work.