How Readily The Bluebirds Become

Time Does Not Become Sacred To Us Until We Have Lived It.

For Anything Worth Having One Must Pay The Price; And The Price Is Always Work, Patience, Love, Self-sacrifice - No Paper Currency, No Promises To Pay, But The Gold Of Real Service.

The Spirit Of Man Can Endure Only So Much And When It Is Broken Only A Miracle Can Mend It.

In The Order Of Nature We May Behold The Ways Of The Eternal.

The Gift Of Perfume To A Flower Is A Special Grace Like Genius Or Like Beauty, And Never Becomes Common Or Cheap.