The Wrecks Of Slavery Are Fast Growing

Why Art Thou But A Nest Of Gloom While The Bobolinks Are Singing?

The Book Which You Read From A Sense Of Duty, Or Because For Any Reason You Must, Does Not Commonly Make Friends With You.

It Is The Curse Of Prosperity That It Takes Work Away From Us, And Shuts That Door To Hope And Health Of Spirit.

You'll Find As You Grow Older That You Weren't Born Such A Great While Ago After All. The Time Shortens Up.

Christ And The Life Of Christ Is At This Moment Inspiring The Literature Of The World As Never Before, And Raising It Up A Witness Against Waste And Want And War. It May Confess Him, As In Tolstoi's Work It Does, Or It May Deny Him, But It Cannot Exclude Him; And In The Degree That It Ignores His Spirit, Modern Literature Is Artistically Inferior. In Other Words, All Good Literature Is Now Christmas Literature.