To Live Is To Change, And To

Dear Lord...shine Through Me, And Be So In Me That Every Soul I Come In Contact With May Feel Your Presence In My Soul...let Me Thus Praise You In The Way You Love Best, By Shining On Those Around Me.

Now What Is It Moves Our Very Hearts, And Sickens Us So Much At Cruelty Shown To Poor Brutes? I Suppose This First, That They Have Done No Harm; Next, That They Have No Power Whatever Of Resistance; It Is The Cowardice And Tyranny Of Which They Are The Victims Which Makes Their Sufferings So Especially Touching.

There Is A Knowledge Which Is Desirable, Though Nothing Come Of It, As Being Of Itself A Treasure, And A Sufficient Remuneration Of Years Of Labor.

Time Hath A Taming Hand.

It Is Mutual Respect Which Makes Friendship Lasting.