Life's A Vast Sea That Does Its

So To Live Is Heaven; To Make Undying Music In The World.

It's A Father's Duty To Give His Sons A Fine Chance.

Most Of Us Who Turn To Any Subject We Love Remember Some Morning Or Evening Hour When We Got On A High Stool To Reach Down An Untried Volume, Or Sat With Parted Lips Listening To A New Talker, Or For Very Lack Of Books Began To Listen To The Voices Within, As The First Traceable Beginning Of Our Love.

To The Receptive Soul The River Of Life Pauseth Not, Nor Is Diminished.

We Are Rather Apt To Consider An Act Wrong Because It Is Unpleasant To Us.