The Spring Came Suddenly, Bursting Upon The

Don't Cross The Bridge Til You Come To It.

Each Day Is A Branch Of The Tree Of Life Laden Heavily With Fruit. If We Lie Down Lazily Beneath It, We May Starve; But If We Shake The Branches, Some Of The Fruit Will Fall For Us.

The Soul...is Audible, Not Visible.

For The Structure That We Raise, Time Is With Materials Filled; Our To-days And Yesterdays Are The Blocks With Which We Build.

Never Idle A Moment, But Thrifty And Thoughtful Of Others.