The Tree Is But A Huge Boquet.

Fear Secretes Acids; But Love And Trust Are Sweet Juices.

A Little Library, Growing Every Year, Is An Honorable Part Of A Man’s History. It Is A Man’s Duty To Have Books.

Character, Like Porcelain-ware, Must Be Painted Before It Is Glazed. There Can Be No Change Of Color After It Is Burned In.

The Beginning Is The Promise Of The End.

Mirth Is God's Medicine.