Ideals Are The World's Masters.

The Sweetest Type Of Heaven Is Home - Nay, Heaven Is The Home For Whose Acquisition We Are To Strive The Most Strongly. Home, In One Form And Another, Is The Great Object Of Life. It Stands At The End Of Every Day's Labor, And Beckons Us To Its Bosom; An Life Would Be Cheerless And Meaningless, Did We Not Discern Across The River That Divides Us From The Life Beyond, Glimpses Of The Pleasant Mansions Prepared For Us.

In The Homes Of America Are Born The Children Of America; And From Them Go Out Into American Life, American Men And Women. They Go Out With The Stamp Of These Homes Upon Them; And Only As These Homes Are What They Should Be, Will They Be What They Should Be.

A Fit Of Anger Is As Fatal To Dignity As A Dose Of Arsenic Is To Life.

Artists Are Nearest God. Into Their Souls He Breathes His Life, And From Their Hands It Comes In Fair, Articulate Forms To Bless The World.

A Woman In Love Is A Very Poor Judge Of Character.