Home Should Be The Center

He Who Hunts For Flowers Will Finds Flowers; And He Who Loves Weeds Will Find Weeds.

A Man Who Does Not Love Praise Is Not A Full Man.

What If The Leaves Were To Fall A-weeping, And Say, "it Will Be So Painful For Us To Be Pulled From Our Stalks, When Autumn Comes?" Foolish Fear! Summer Goes, And Autumn Succeeds. The Glory Of Death Is Upon The Leaves; And The Gentlest Breeze That Blows Takes Them Softly And Silently From The Bough, And They Float Slowly Down, Like Fiery Sparks, Upon The Moss.

The Advertisements In A Newspaper Are More Full Knowledge In Respect To What Is Going On In A State Or Community Than The Editorial Columns Are.

Good-nature Is One Of The Richest Fruits Of True Christianity.