We Want People To Feel With Us

We Could Never Have Loved The Earth So Well If We Had No Childhood In It If It Were Not The Earth Where The Same Flowers Come Up Again Every Spring That We Used To Gather With Our Tiny Fingers As We Sat Lisping To Ourselves On The Grass . . .

It's A Father's Duty To Give His Sons A Fine Chance.

Pity That Consequences Are Determined Not By Excuses But By Actions!

Worldly Faces Never Look So Worldly As At A Funeral.

Beauty Is Part Of The Finished Language By Which Goodness Speaks.