Tis The Good Reader That Makes The

The Civility Of No Race Can Be Perfect Whilst Another Race Is Degraded.

There Is Guidance For Each Of Us, And By Lowly Listening We Shall Hear The Right Word.

My Son, A Perfect Little Boy Of Five Years And Three Months, Had Ended His Earthly Life. You Can Never Sympathize With Me; You Can Never Know How Much Of Me Such A Young Child Can Take Away. A Few Weeks Ago I Accounted Myself A Very Rich Man, And Now The Poorest Of All.

All Persons Are Puzzles Until At Last We Find In Some Word Or Act The Key To The Man, To The Woman; Straightway All Their Past Words And Actions Lie In Light Before Us.

The Virtues Of Society Are The Vices Of The Saints.