... Love Is Heaven And Claims Its

I Would Not, If I Could, Give Up The Memory Of The Joy I Have Had In Books For Any Advantage That Could Be Offered In Other Pursuits Or Occupations. Books Have Been To Me What Gold Is To The Miser, What New Fields Are To The Explorer.

Every Child's Birthright Is A Happy Home.

Let Every Birthday Be A Festival, A Time When The Gladness Of The House Finds Expression In Flowers, In Gifts, In A Little Fête. Never Should A Birthday Be Passed Over Without Note, Or As If It Were A Common Day, Never Should It Cease To Be A Garlanded Milestone In The Road Of Life.

Kindness Is The Truest Wisdom Of Life And We Cannot Go Far Without It.

Out Of The Chill And The Shadow, Into The Thrill And The Shine. Out Of The Dearth And The Famine, Into The Fulness Divine.