A Wife Is A Gift Bestowed Upon

Yet He Who Grasps The Moment's Gift, He Is The Proper Man.

Our Destiny Often Looks Like A Fruit-tree In Winter. Who Would Think From Its Pitiable Aspect That Those Rigid Boughs, Those Rough Twigs Could Next Spring Again Be Green, Bloom, And Even Bear Fruit? Yet We Hope It, We Know It.

In Art It's Not The Thinking That Does The Job, But Making.

Children Can Scarcely Be Fashioned To Meet With Our Likes And Our Purpose. Just As God Did Us Give Them, So Must We Hold Them And Love Them, Nurture And Teach Them To Fullness And Leave Them To Be What They Are.

Who Can Think Wise Or Stupid Things At All That Were Not Thought Already In The Past.