Work And Wait, Work And Wait Is

No Genuine Observer Can Decide Otherwise Than That The Homes Of A Nation Are The Bulwarks Of Personal And National Safety And Thrift.

A Mind Grows By What It Feeds On.

I Look Into Your Great Brown Eyes, Where Love And Loyal Homage Shine, And Wonder Where The Difference Lies Between Your Soul And Mine!.

So I Take My Life As I Find It, As A Life Full Of Grand Advantages That Are Linked Indissolubly To My Noblest Happiness And My Everlasting Safety. I Believe That Infinite Love Ordained It, And That, If I Bow Willingly, Tractably, And Gladly To Its Discipline, My Father Will Take Care Of It.

Work Was Made For Man, And Not Man For Work. Work Is Man's Servant, Both In Its Results To The Worker And The World. Man Is Not Work's Servant, Save As An Almost Universal Perversion Has Made Him Such.