Wants Keep Pace With Wealth Always.

Fashion Is Aristocratic-autocratic.

What Is The Little One Thinking About? Very Wonderful Things, No Doubt; Unwritten History! Unfathomed Mystery! Yet He Laughs And Cries, And Eats And Drinks, And Chuckles And Crows, And Nods And Winks, As If His Head Were As Full Of Kinks And Curious Riddles As Any Sphinx!

The Cry Of The Soul Is For Freedom. It Longs For Liberty, From The Date Of Its First Conscious Moments.

A Nation Is A Thing That Lives And Acts Like A Man And Men Are The Particles Of Which It Is Composed.

My God! I Thank Thee For The Bath Of Sleep, That Wraps In Balm My Weary Heart And Brain, And Drowns Within Its Waters Still And Deep My Sorrow And My Pain. I Thank Thee For My Dreams, Which Loose The Bond That Binds My Spirit To Its Daily Load, And Give It Angel Wings, To Fly Beyond Its Slumber-bound Abode.