We Are Never Happy; We Can Only

In My Garden, Care Stops At The Gate And Gazes At Me Wistfully Through The Bars.

Winter Does Not Work Only On A Broad Scale; He Is Careful In Trifles.

Happiness Never Lays Its Finger On Its Pulse. If We Attempt To Steal A Glimpse Of Its Features It Disappears.

To Bring The Best Human Qualities To Anything Like Perfection, To Fill Them With The Sweet Juices Of Courtesy And Charity, Prosperity, Or, At All Events, A Moderate Amount Of It, Is Required,--just As Sunshine Is Needed For The Ripening Of Peaches And Apricots.

Christmas Is The Day That Holds All Time Together.