Happiness Is Speechless.

The New Year Begins In A Snow-storm Of White Vows.

Through All History, From The Beginning, A Noble Army Of Martyrs Have Fought Fiercely And Fallen Bravely For That Unseen Mistress, Their Country. So, Through All History, To The End, As Long As Men Believe In God That Army Must Still March And Fall, Recruited Only From The Flower Of Mankind, Cheered Only By Their Own Hope Of Humanity, Strong Only In The Confidence Of Their Cause.

It Is The Most Human And Kindly Of Seasons, As Fully Penetrated And Irradiated With The Feeling Of Human Brotherhood, Which Is The Essential Spirit Of Christianity, As The Month Of June With Sunshine And The Balmy Breath Of Roses.

Anger Is An Expensive Luxury In Which Only Men Of Certain Income Can Indulge.

A Tree Which Has Lost Its Head Will Never Recover It Again, And Will Survive Only As A Monument Of The Ignorance And Folly Of Its Tormentor.