Speech Is Silver, Silence Is Golden.

All Evil Is Like A Nightmare; The Instant You Stir Under It, The Evil Is Gone.

The Eternal Stars Shine Out Again, So Soon As It Is Dark Enough.

It Is Great, And There Is No Other Greatness-to Make One Nook Of God's Creation More Fruitful, Better, More Worthy Of God; To Make Some Human Heart A Little Wiser, Manlier, Happier-more Blessed.

Friend, Hast Thou Considered The "rugged, All-nourishing Earth," As Sophocles Well Names Her; How She Feeds The Sparrow On The Housetop, Much More Her Darling Man?

The Actual Well Seen Is Ideal.