At Christmas-tide The Open Hand Scatters Its

Our Daughters Are The Most Precious Of Our Treasures, The Dearest Possessions Of Our Homes And The Objects Of Our Most Watchful Love.

The People Who Dream Are Very Often The People Who See, And Dreaming And Seeing Precede Doing.

Every Child's Birthright Is A Happy Home.

I Think That The Almighty Gave Springtime To A Tired World So That Its Peoples Might Know Rest. I Think That He Gave It To A Troubled World So That The World's Inhabitants Might Find Peace. I Think He Gave It To A Discouraged World So That Hope And Faith Might Be Reborn!

On The Day Long After Childhood When I Suddenly Heard Of His Death, The Sky Grew Dark Above My Head. I Was Walking On A Southern Highway, And A Friend Driving In A Pony Carriage Passed Me, Stopped And Said, "have You Heard That Charles Dickens Is Dead?" It Was As If I Had Been Robbed Of One Of My Dearest Friends.