The Miser, Poor Fool, Not Only Starves

Wealth And Want Equally Harden The Human Heart...

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.

Let Us Do Our Duty In Our Shop Or Our Kitchen, In The Market, The Street, The Office, The School, The Home, Just As Faithfully As If We Stood In The Front Rank Of Some Great Battle, And Knew That Victory For Mankind Depended On Our Bravery, Strength, And Skill. When We Do That, The Humblest Of Us Will Be Serving In That Great Army Which Achieves The Welfare Of The World.

A Happy Wedlock Is A Long Falling In Love.

There Is No College For The Conscience.