Within, I Do Not Find Wrinkles And

Who Looks Upon A River In A Meditative Hour And Is Not Reminded Of The Flux Of All Things?

Our Day Of Dependence, Our Long Apprenticeship To The Learning Of Other Lands, Draws To A Close. The Millions, That Around Us Arerushing Into Life, Cannot Always Be Fed On The Sere Remains Of Foreign Harvests.

To Map Out A Course Of Action And Follow It To An End Requires Some Of The Same Courage That A Soldier Needs.

He Is A Good Man, Who Can Receive A Gift Well. We Are Either Glad Or Sorry At A Gift, And Both Emotions Are Unbecoming.

A Person Seldom Falls Sick But The Bystanders Are Animated With A Faint Hope That He Will Die.