Life Is A Great Gift, And As

Happy Indeed Is The Naturalist: To Him The Seasons Come Round Like Old Friends; To Him The Birds Sing: As He Walks Along, The Flowers Stretch Out From The Hedges, Or Look Up From The Ground, And As Each Year Fades Away, He Looks Back On A Fresh Store Of Happy Memories.

To Render Ourselves Insensible To Pain We Must Forfeit Also The Possibilities Of Happiness.

What We See Depends Mainly On What We Look For.

Do Not Lay Things Too Much To Heart. No One Is Ever Really Beaten Unless He Is Discouraged.

How Little Our Libraries Cost Us As Compared With Our Liquor Cellars.