Every Sin Provokes Its Punishment.

The Books That Charmed Us In Youth Recall The Delight Ever Afterwards; We Are Hardly Persuaded There Are Any Like Them, Any Deserving Our Equal Affections.

Where There Is A Mother In The Home, Matters Go Well.

Cleanse The Fountain If You Would Purify The Streams.

Who Loves A Garden, Still His Eden Keeps, Perennial Pleasures Plants, And Wholesome Harvests Reaps.

Man Must Have Some Recognized Stake In Society And Affairs To Knit Him Lovingly To His Kind, Or He Is Wont To Revenge Himself For Wrongs Real Or Imagined.