Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall.

Dead He Is Not, But Departed, For The Artist Never Dies.

All Nature ... Is A Respiration Of The Spirit Of God, Who, In Breathing Hereafter Will Inhale It Into His Bosom Again, So That Nothing But God Alone Will Remain.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will, And The Thought's Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughhts

A Noble Type Of Good. Heroic Womanhood.

The Love Of Learning, The Sequestered Nooks, And All The Sweet Serenity Of Books.