Truth Is Sensitive And Jealous Of The

Nor Is A Day Lived If The Dawn Is Left Out Of It, With The Prospects It Opens. Who Speaks Charmingly Of Nature Or Of Mankind, Like Him Who Comes Bibulous Of Sunrise And The Fountains Of Waters?

Where There Is A Mother In The Home, Matters Go Well.

One's Outlook Is A Part Of His Virtue.

Friendship Is A Plant That Loves The Sun, Thrives Ill Under Clouds.

The Less Routine The More Life.