Who's Not Sat Tense Before His Own

Over All Life Broods Poesy, Like The Calm Blue Sky With Its Motherly, Rebuking Face. She Is The Great Reformer, And Where The Love Of Her Is Strong And Healthy, Wickedness And Wrong Cannot Long Prevail.

The Quiet Tenderness Of Chaucer, Where You Almost Seem To Hear The Hot Tears Falling, And The Simple Choking Words Sobbed Out.

O Reputation! Dearer Far Than Life.

Books Are The Bees Which Carry The Quickening Pollen From One To Another Mind.

To Be Young Is Surely The Best, If The Most Precarious, Gift Of Life.