The Only Gift Is A Portion Of

To The Attentive Eye, Each Moment Of The Year Has Its Own Beauty, And In The Same Fields, It Beholds, Every Hour, A Picture Which Was Never Seen Before, And Which Shall Never Be Seen Again.

Conversation Is Our Account Of Ourselves...conversation Is The Vent Of Character As Well As Thoughts...it Is The Laboratory Of The Student.

People Do Not Seem To Realize That Their Opinion Of The World Is Also A Confession Of Character.

The Genius Of Life Is Friendly To The Noble, And, In The Dark, Brings Them Friends From Far.

If A Man Is At Heart Just, Then In So Far Is He God; The Safety Of God, The Immortality Of God, The Majesty Of God Do Enter Into That Man With Justice.