At Christmas-tide The Open Hand Scatters Its

Spring Is Beautiful, And Summer Is Perfect For Vacations, But Autumn Brings A Longing To Get Away From The Unreal Things Of Life, Out Into The Forest At Night With A Campfire And The Rustling Leaves.

Every Child's Birthright Is A Happy Home.

God Made The Forests, The Tiny Stars, And The Wild Winds-and I Think That He Made Them Partly As A Balance For That Kind Of Civilization That Would Choke The Spirit Of Joy Out Of Our Hearts. He Made The Great Open Places For The People Who Want To Be Alone With Him And Talk To Him, Away From The Crowds That Kill All Reverence. And I Think That He Is Glad At Times To Have Us Forget Our Cares And Responsibilities That We May Be Nearer Him-as Jesus Was When He Crept Away Into The Wilderness To Pray.

In The Whole Round Of Human Affairs Little Is So Fatal To Peace As Misunderstanding.

Broadly Speaking, Nervous Women May Be Divided Into Two Classes - Those Who Are Really Nervous, And Those Who Imagine Themselves To Be So.