The Less Routine The More Life.

Where There Is A Mother In The Home, Matters Go Well.

Friendship Is A Plant That Loves The Sun, Thrives Ill Under Clouds.

Nor Do We Accept, As Genuine The Person Not Characterized By This Blushing Bashfulness, This Youthfulness Of Heart, This Sensibility To The Sentiment Of Suavity And Self-respect. Modesty Is Bred Of Self-reverence. Fine Manners Are The Mantle Of Fair Minds. None Are Truly Great Without This Ornament.

Who Loves A Garden, Still His Eden Keeps, Perennial Pleasures Plants, And Wholesome Harvests Reaps.

One Does Not See His Thought Distinctly Till It Is Reflected In The Image Of Another's.